Laura Breidenthal Poet Rhyme

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 April 2, 2013 at 9:19 AM This is too cool, Laura. I'm always pulled in to your work and kept there til' the end.

Eileen Manassian April 1, 2013 at 11:50 AM Very masterfully written, my dear. I hope that in real life you are enjoying smooth sailing! :) Hugs

Duke Beaufort April 1, 2013 at 6:51 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.