Lungs Back To Gills
Silent steps I take
Across the ocean floor
Cool abyssal plain
Bluescape peace
Gazing up
At the sunlit surface
A false freedom
Beckons…
The air above
Polluted with urgency
Foul with anger
Not so sweet anymore
Enveloped in briny womb
No longer ashamed
Submergence forever
Lungs back to gills
Copyright © Vincent Procopio | Year Posted 2012
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