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To You, Crocodile

The river dragon of crimson streams Swiftly swimming to bring my end As I’m standing alone at the silent shore The beast from this murk suddenly ascends. Gripping my face in her flawless jaws The teeth latched efficiently into flesh Pulling me quickly into the depths Dragging me into the shallow grave. Surrounded in filth, drowning in the banks The apex predator’s grip never relenting All I can do is break, bleed and decompose Hoping for some relief in the pending death. I find some comfort in this prolonged pain, Because I haven’t felt a thing in ages.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 6/11/2015 2:05:00 PM
Hello Samuel, I write sonnets too!! I really like this one. What a message you have here with this particular theme. I like the ending two verses about "this prolonged pain" and " . . . haven't felt a thing in ages." Very well-done my friend. I will try to drop by to check out more of your poetry. This is a "7" + FAV for sure from me. Great Work!! Best Wishes, Gary
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