Note To a Floundering Flounder
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Brian Johnston
April 14,2014
While you are floundering there on the beach
A whole ocean lies just out of your reach.
What could have brought you into this sad state?
Are there not tide pools still in your purview?
Eyes that migrated till on the same side,
You have to lie flat in order to hide,
And thus camouflaged still view surroundings,
Evolution's quite strange way to be kind.
Were you not gifted with intelligence,
Or is your plight simply self-indulgence
Of a kind that's hell-bent on your ruin?
Why search for your answers on desert sand?
Depression, friend, may be deep, dark, and cool,
But its temptations can't very long fool
You into thinking you don't need to breathe.
Out of water, the air can't give you air.
Is there no one who's in love with your rhyme,
None who appreciates your gift of time,
No gifting from Heaven, just tears from Hell?
You just need rest, you're far from rock bottom.
Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2014
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