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Under the Surface
by April StaleWalking into the ocean
The warmth of the sun comforts me
The calm of the ocean welcomes me
Walking, I dig my feet into the sand below
Until I no longer feel it
Looking around
Completely alone
Its exactly what I want
Floating…
Where I end up
Doesn’t matter
It’ll never be where I want
Daydreaming…
It’s peaceful here
Hours, days, weeks
I feel something on my leg
I’ve felt it before
Pulled under
I don’t fight
It’s peaceful under the surface
Boring up there
Sinking deeper
The blue surrounds me
I should stay above
The struggle between fighting to get back
And wanting to stay
Wish you were here
Losing air,
I finally reach down to pry the hand thats holding my ankle
Nothing there
Still can’t get back
Do I want to?
Seven years ago
But I can’t live here
It’ll kill me
Theres a version of you here
I cling to it
Do you hear that?
Destruction awaits at the surface 06/22/2017 Posted on 06/22/2017
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/24/17 at 12:56 AM The surface is life, below is the past. You shouldn't try to carry the past forever. I am 80 and what comes along will do so on its own without your effort. But certainly write about it if you feel the need, then Lt it go. Good write. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/17/17 at 04:59 PM I like the existential feel to this poem with ocean as backdrop. |
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