This, Maelstrom, of this abyss,
The only thought, can be this,
Such power, yet beautifully inviting,
Go in and you'll need to go in fighting
Life can be this way,
The seas mysteries, as they say,
It can be beautiful, but shows such mystery,
It can bring you, so much misery,
Life is going in a downward spiral,
This pool, it also spirals out of control, having more of a.., byrol,
Nature, than most inhumane,
I can't say human, humans have done worse, that is if they're sane
It still moves without falter, just as life goes on,
But, this enticing blue, shows danger, you can see somethings wrong,
Yet life won't give you a bold warning sign like thee,
This untreaded water, isn't really about the sea,Beautiful, can still see the danger, unless you are too enraptured in its beauty,
Most of us, are too blind to see,
If you look closer, the darker currents are found,
As it keeps spiraling, down, down, down,
The sound,
Such a calming affect,
Unless you realize and see that it's the sound of dread that's direct,
Faster and faster, the current moves. Faster and faster the wheels turn,
That's when it will start to churn,
The churn in the water you see, is the churn in your stomach that will be,
The moment you realize, you're in too deep,
Can't get away, you're not asleep,
This isn't a dream, you took your big "leap",
They didn't look away fast enough, now it will sweep,
Sweep you down, sweep them away,
Sweep you over and over, to remember this day,The day, you took the wrong path,
The day, that took away their laugh,The day, that they couldn't smile,
The day, that they wanted you to stay a while,The day, that impacted everyone else,
The day, that the fault, was from yourself,The day, you decided not to care,
The day, where you weren't aware,The day, where everyone was living different lives,
The day, where some lost their wives,The day, that they cried,
The day, that you lied,The day, that you left,
The day, you made the ultimate theft,The day, they slowly died,
The day, you opened your greedy mouth wide,This day, set chain reactions
And it was just a small fraction,
Of what's shown, from the outside,
Even then you let yourself be carried by the tide,This whirlpool will keep spinning its mysteries,
While everyone keeps, making their histories.A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I just didn't have motivation, then a word popped in my head two minutes ago and this happened. I'll try to update soon again, but as I've said before I have to be in the mood to do it, to have a decent poem. I may only update once a week now but you never know I could have a spur of the moment wanting to do a couples poems. Anyway vote, comment, tell me what you think about it, tell me of errors. If you want you can drop a word or line, in the comments and I can use it to make a poem, and I'll dedicate the chapter to you from it. But until then.
~~RDP~~
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Living In The Mind's Cage
PuisiThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...