Smoke Colored Bench

water

the water clouded my thoughts

filling my mouth

depriving my lungs

but I liked it

sinking wasn't too fast

didn't make you realize the horror of what you are doing

it lets your body adjust

slowly letting darkness sweep across your vision

letting you sleep in comfort

the waves a soothing lullaby

but every lullaby ends

and by then you can't see the surface

forcing you to accept your fate

that's what I love about water

what do you love?

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▼ A N N O U N C E M E N T ▼

im currently working on a story, and i may or may not be posting on wattled soon.

hope you enjoyed this poem

➳ Leah Skye