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Going Down

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

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Painted Hunter

Date: 4/2/2013 9:19:00 AM

This is too cool, Laura. I'm always pulled in to your work and kept there til' the end.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 4/1/2013 11:50:00 AM

Very masterfully written, my dear. I hope that in real life you are enjoying smooth sailing! :) Hugs

Duke Beaufort

Date: 4/1/2013 6:51:00 AM

When I read this, I was hoping for a miracle, but of course that doesn't happen. The boat goes down and so do our spirits with it. But for the time being, at least I will try to keep my "boat" going. How do you come up with this? I am amazed at the range of your imagery. Always a treat to read your work. Best of spring sailing to you in the season ahead.