Sinking
Into roaring cream capped waves
Though many will try with out stretched hands
I cannot be saved

Swallowed up without a struggle
By green oceans deep
As the mermaids watch my slow descent
They begin to softly weep

I am falling into oblivion
A still watery grave
Onto the soft sand bottom
Where the beautiful lady fish play

Never more
Shall my flesh be seen
Just worn bones bleached white
At the bottom of the sea


This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Dec. 27, 2013

The symptoms on the flimsy blue pamphlet
read more like my own biography.
And the sable gems of your eyes
were spilling over
with an emotion
all but unknown to me.
I felt
dim.

I guess it's my turn
to take a dive into
the little orange bottles.
Maybe this time
I wont resurface.

There's a searchlight in the sky,
Casting watchful
Yet pock marked eye
Upon the weary wanderers
That roam under the light.
Suspect by nature
When you navigate the night.
Guilty by virtue of where you
May retire,
Or not as the case may be.
Under streetlight
I follow foxes.
Or do they follow me?
Among dreams of clocks
And mirrored razor blades
Rusted by the sea.