Swimming a Pond
I know I shan’t try it, again:
Plunging into water of any sort
For the thrills by the crazy sought:
The Obviously Robbed of True Gain!
The last time I did
Drank two liters I didn’t need,
The pond ever holding out an opened lid!
The fullest pints of untreated water,
Daring me to a single word mutter
Or even a mere syllable utter;
The beats of my heart, a wild flutter!
What a plot
To have one in water rot,
The press serving the headline, very hot
About the Brought to a Naught
By greenish water, 200 pm on the dot
All too soon frantic legs kicking
And chaotic thoughts fanning,
As death continues its presence asserting.
It is less of redemptive energy
And more of a loser’s lethargy
Oxygen-withholding waters vouchsafing no apology.
So, I should be readying for the longest sleep:
For a bed in the mortifying deep;
What shall my Loved |Ones cause to weep
And many hearers their skin creep.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2021
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