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A man sits alone, the waves crashing against his only support; a 4 legged stool, built solely to hold his skeleton- but never built to bear the rest the weight of his skin, with every crash of the waves, grew incrementally heavier, until, the man, although supported by his stool felt himself drowning dragged by the water into depths too dark to see the light above, too weak to fight for the light above the ocean’s surface A moment of calm silence still he i alone felt the waves growing again ready to throw me back to despair my 4 legged stool; the only structure still holding me up refused to let me drown no matter how much i pleadingly screamed for the end no matter how much i tried to give up tried to drown tried to escape alone with the ocean i find the value in the stool she who keeps me afloat, he who throws a buoy, or teaches me to float it is the stool with 4 legs that keeps us fighting against the ocean so why is it that we tend to only think about our own 2?
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Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 5:40 AM UTC
The Skeleton
A man sits alone, the waves crashing against his only support; a 4 legged stool, built solely to hold his skeleton- but never built to bear the rest the weight of his skin, with every crash of the waves, grew incrementally heavier, until, the man, although supported by his stool felt himself drowning dragged by the water into depths too dark to see the light above, too weak to fight for the light above the ocean’s surface A moment of calm silence still he i alone felt the waves growing again ready to throw me back to despair my 4 legged stool; the only structure still holding me up refused to let me drown no matter how much i pleadingly screamed for the end no matter how much i tried to give up tried to drown tried to escape alone with the ocean i find the value in the stool she who keeps me afloat, he who throws a buoy, or teaches me to float it is the stool with 4 legs that keeps us fighting against the ocean so why is it that we tend to only think about our own 2?
This was an exercise in spontaneous poetry in which I was given a random image by one of my friends and I wrote a poem around it. Here is the photo if you are curious: https://images.nightcafe.studio/jobs/7rLr84A2q89twxUCQKQA/7rLr84A2q89twxUCQKQA--1--uxxgw.jpg
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MatthewDepew
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MatthewDepew
17/M/United States
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 5:40 AM UTC
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