the stillness at the bottom of the sea
the silence at the bottom of a bottle
half my dreams i dream of drowning
others, twisting on a throttle
it seems like i am gnawing at my own foot
sabotaging my own ship
shooting bullets in the hull
while I'm far out to sea
will the fish eat my bones?
when I am done and gone?
will crabs hide in my skull?
and peek through my eyes?
the silence at the bottom of a bottle
half my dreams i dream of drowning
others, twisting on a throttle
it seems like i am gnawing at my own foot
sabotaging my own ship
shooting bullets in the hull
while I'm far out to sea
will the fish eat my bones?
when I am done and gone?
will crabs hide in my skull?
and peek through my eyes?
Bones are not just for eating, skull not just for hiding, eyes not peeking alone;
ReplyDeleteWhen these are all that remain, the bones become a hard testimony,
The skull is the reminder, the eyes a window to the past,
Reminiscing what once was... A shadow that was once cast. :-)
Hello, WF, that's a blast from the past :) thanks for the lovely comment! hope life is well your side!
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