The Abyss

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representing a mind during strange times O_o

The Abyss

Dangling over the edge,
I stare at the ocean in my mind
but the waves are getting higher
and it's harder to see the bottom. . .

Who was I when the sea was calm
and I could sail to the center?
Left a bit more of myself
when my ship was torn asunder.

I found a string of memories
Like seashells, washed upon the shore
relics of a past
that no longer belongs to me.

Tried to swim a little deeper. . .
But got lost under the waves.
A thousand dark shadows
Staring from the bottom.

Again, i rest upon the cliffs
and stare into the abyss
Listening to the lulling dark melody
of the sirens down below...

Now the winds are picking up
guiding me towards the edge...
Maybe if i let myself fall
I'll finally see the bottom.

The siren's song calls to me
and the winds are getting stronger.
One step forward, then another,
I take a breath, and jump.

Now i sit at the bottom...
Watching the waves from below
Surrounded by the shadows
that seem to have my eyes.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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