Drowning in me.
Wound up tight like cotton on a spool ,
Is there an end to pick, pick free.
Do you see a monster when you look at me ?
A serpent headed beast set out to destroy.
I am the saboteur- the destructive attic mouse.
You're patient- I will give you that...
Mood tempestuous as the seas, but you cannot swim.
You won't float in me .... You have no anchor ...
Down like a stone you will go .....
Down to murky depths you never did see... The depths of me...
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Author:
Camille (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 1st, 2016 09:57
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Comments6
Thanks CAMILLE a very dramatic poem ~ A "Death worse than Fate" perhaps ? I can empathise ~ I almost drowned in a Lady once but fortunately I was wearing a life jacket so I swam free ! Yours swimmingly BRIAN
Thanks for reading x
This is good Camille! dark and mysterious good work. ww
Thank you
Great write
Thanks so much
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