lake wordsworth

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i sat there in awe

wondering how many came before me

sitting under this very tree

watching the scene they once saw


the lakes shone 

their opal eyes staring at me 

as if they could see right through 

the facade i put up in front of skin and bone


my temptations guided me towards a lake

as i dived in, it wrapped me in the warmest blanket of cold

as though it could feel my heart ache


i felt myself floating as darkness spread

the bitter cold, now all i felt 

i would've followed my fears and let go

to the realm of the poets

those who i long to know


but i tightened my grip

and held onto the golden thread

the one that tied me to life 

and away from death



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