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I wouldn’t have thought it possible
If I hadn’t done it myself,
But the weights are only a number after a certain point.
Two more strokes to every one
As the salt water burns into my eyes again.
The light doesn’t change.
I can still see your silhouette,
Your brown hair flapping like
A flag
Eclipsing the clouded sky.
When my head goes under
I cant see
You
Anymore and, when I stay down
Long enough, I wonder if you’re still there.
Four minutes. Five Minutes.
I’m surprised I haven’t drowned.
I have to look at the photo of you to remember
your face,
(I kept it in a plastic bag so the sea wouldn’t take it, even if it took me.)
But that constant never changes
And I rip through the skin of this ocean,
Dragging myself along.
The smart ones just drown,
But we’re too brave.
- by Damion Nash |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/09/2008 |
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- mexicantacos2003 - 11/15/2008
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not as good as "coexistence" but still better than most
of the things that CLICHE the arenas.
the flow is interrupted sometimes but I think it is a play on words
and the poem is challenging you to stay focused.
there is still small room for improvement.
(but very small room)
good job and keep writing.
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