I feel the water through my fingers,
I chase serenity and peace,
And what I wanted how it lingers,
A dream forgotten, doesn’t cease.
Though the catacombs were winding,
The water still came rushing in,
And the guideposts I was finding,
Hadn’t shown me how to swim,
Getting deeper, fear of drowning,
Emotions swirling in the dark,
Only seconds, downward counting,
In the wet there is no spark,
With the night sky up above me,
The forest air I thought I’d found,
A cavern’s ceiling, I blink to see,
And a past of tombs, all around,
Another turn, though convoluted,
I’m quite at home, here in the black,
Thunder roaring, lightning muted,
Twisting, bending, going back,
When the moon rose, light in darkness,
I break the surface, gasp the air,
And swim for shore, follow madness,
The land is burning in despair.
JHenry
Jul 31, 2022
Jul 31, 2022 at 2:05 PM UTC
I feel the water through my fingers,
I chase serenity and peace,
And what I wanted how it lingers,
A dream forgotten, doesn’t cease.
Though the catacombs were winding,
The water still came rushing in,
And the guideposts I was finding,
Hadn’t shown me how to swim,
Getting deeper, fear of drowning,
Emotions swirling in the dark,
Only seconds, downward counting,
In the wet there is no spark,
With the night sky up above me,
The forest air I thought I’d found,
A cavern’s ceiling, I blink to see,
And a past of tombs, all around,
Another turn, though convoluted,
I’m quite at home, here in the black,
Thunder roaring, lightning muted,
Twisting, bending, going back,
When the moon rose, light in darkness,
I break the surface, gasp the air,
And swim for shore, follow madness,
The land is burning in despair.
JHenry