The trench beckons.
I dropped an item,
Years ago,
And I want it back.
The pressure builds,
But the glass holds
And the creatures stare,
Curious, at the alien.
The trench swallows.
Darkness in the descent.
A keen eye will not help.
The picture in my mind calls.
The pressure overcomes.
My glass shield shatters.
The sea caresses,
And I've found it.
Anchored again.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
The trench beckons.
I dropped an item,
Years ago,
And I want it back.
The pressure builds,
But the glass holds
And the creatures stare,
Curious, at the alien.
The trench swallows.
Darkness in the descent.
A keen eye will not help.
The picture in my mind calls.
The pressure overcomes.
My glass shield shatters.
The sea caresses,
And I've found it.
Anchored again.
