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Breidenthal. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Gushing waters surround me
Swelling . . . swirling, the pressure is whirling
The cries are gone
But the wind still screams
As the timbers of my exhaust
Burst in violence at the seams!
I am going down
I welcome the tempest with a frown
Broken mast amidst the swell
Purging me deeper in this watery hell
Bodies concealed within
Soon the pressure will win
Southward bound, pell-mell
Into the blue, blackened demons of watery hell!
Of sickening inevitably do I sail
Into the depths of my demise
Gone now are the magnificent, mortal cries
Swallowed by the bulging sea
The wind upon the splintered timber still screams
As gleeful as can be!
Going down I never knew
I would falter and die in the deep dark blue
Going down I see Past fly
And wave with my sail the Future—goodbye