I'M Drowning- -
In my sweat I am drowning
My passion is the coast ward soaker
Off the beaten path resounding
What could there be more purely mediocre?
I was a weather forecast and you a gale
In my tears I'm crying, I am drowning
Off the beaten path resounding
What could there be more purely mediocre?
I was a weather forecast and you a gale
That moment my soul grew chill
As I fell down the hill
My throat coughing
I crave the cool, chilly calm
And so you came gently gurgling
I am coking off my own vomit drowning
Resounding the gasp, of grasp of our last embrace
Towering over me more purely mediocre taunting
If I could just have but just a taste
Off the beaten path resounding
Deep into that darkness shivering
All my soul within me delivering
'It's that northeaster wind,' I muttered blowing
That moment my soul grew chill
As I fell down the hill
My throat coughing
I crave the cool, chilly calm
And so you came gently emerging
My last thrill, even still
If I could just have but just a taste
of your spirit soul's breathe in my drowning
1/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2020
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