The unknown is what I cower from.
I fear a watery grave.
Or would it actually be beautiful,
to watch the world float away?
As I sink to the symphony of the ocean,
and let it lullaby me to sleep,
I slip into paralysis and surrender my hands & feet.
The deep dark bottomless untouched that is below us, singing the song of the sirens.
The mysterious shadows that deny us
the glory underneath the islands.
The souls of the living and dead,
floating and gliding,
sinking and riding.
The waves of poseidon,
I dread.
Should I not be afraid of the shadow,
and not shriek in terror of the deep?
Is it really all that bad,
or is my mind playing games of deceit?
Have I been afraid for years,
not experiencing true beauty?
Are the fish keeping secrets,
of what the water holds truly?
What is down there, it drives me insane to no limit.
I want to see the city of Atlantis, and the mermaids in it.
Would that be my heaven?
A tale told on land?
And would the creatures of the sea,
tell tales of a walking man?
Im afraid, I am, of what's below the shore.
And to think, All I have to do
is fall off this cliff to explore.
What people on land would call my ending, would only be my beginning.
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Cognizance
PoetryThis is an assemblage of poetry from my conscience. They range from my thoughts on love, sex, depression, the world, to whatever else people think about while looking out a window, or taking a shower, or lying in bed. Enter at your own risk. This is...
