Its a clasp of unexpected dive
A puddle so small a leaf can't drown
Looks be deceiving I end up under.
A little bird told me go in
Don't be scared, its only specks deep.
Foolish as I was, I heeded the words
Fortunately not, I drown to my displease.
How deep did I go under,
The belief that I would be refreshed
I am in agony as I'm suffocated.
Under and under and under I go
The feeling so piercing and murderly slow.
Maybe if I knew things would go different
But such a belief remains apparent.
I told myself it won't be my first dive
Little did I know that its just like the last one
Where I drowned and almost died.
You might believe that you can avoid it
But we all know by now, life has no formulae.
I only wish someone had told me before
Then again, someone did
Don't trust everyone but I decided otherwise.
I wanted to believe the little bird was no devil,
Hell! He was worse than the last one,
As evil as they come.
So my breath depletes
Ounce by ounce and soon I'll be no more.
If I have a next time, I think I won't fall for it.
If I don't have a next time, tell my sons and grand-sons that the wisdom of life lies herein.
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Caged Freedom
PoetryEmbark on this journey with a lad whose life is not at all free to live in peace while circumstances may seem to allow but its just a façade. All rights reserved.
