To sit in solemn silence on a dull dark dock
When suddenly I am hit with a rough rigid rock
Sinking me while silently screaming holding my head it's hardly bleeding
Hold my hand and hoist me higher
Slipping fingers sliding farther
Gasp for air and choke on water
Clutch the current, lungs work harder
I'm drowning, definitely
Please someone
Anyone help me
Something, save me!
Even a stranger would provide secure safety!
But alas I'm dragged under
The tide rages with thunder
While you lie safely under the covers
Martyr
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365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
