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The lake in my town is Beautiful Calming Crisp and blue But only if I look from a certain distance. Until I break the smooth, glass surface and dive down Run, jump off the dock and splash I've shattered the calm I'm in the water It's surrounding me Cooling me down Wrapping me up Bringing me pleasure by its simple existence Still underwater, I open my eyes This is not what it seemed This isn't how it should be It's dark Swirling I can't see anything It's all green, full of foreign things I put my feet down And they sink into mud How can this be? How can something so shining and clear be so... So different than it seems? It's ***** Through no fault of its own Full of sticks and silt and plants All these, these things invaded the lake Cluttered it up Took it over It was powerless to resist It couldn't Do Anything A victim of circumstance A battered man in the side of the highway with no Good Samaritan to come to the rescue For years It just is Crashing, pulling, ebbing, flowing Hiding Concealing the mess it really is Just a few feet down Don't be sad for Silver Lake All hope is not lost It doesn't have to be this way forever The DNR is going to dredge it It will take time But eventually The lake will be clean No mud No tree branches No blue-green algae It will be free of all the stifling pressure Of everything it's been holding in for so long Then, It will be just how it looks to me now Beautiful Precious Lovely Pure Bright Calm Free.
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
The Lake
The lake in my town is Beautiful Calming Crisp and blue But only if I look from a certain distance. Until I break the smooth, glass surface and dive down Run, jump off the dock and splash I've shattered the calm I'm in the water It's surrounding me Cooling me down Wrapping me up Bringing me pleasure by its simple existence Still underwater, I open my eyes This is not what it seemed This isn't how it should be It's dark Swirling I can't see anything It's all green, full of foreign things I put my feet down And they sink into mud How can this be? How can something so shining and clear be so... So different than it seems? It's ***** Through no fault of its own Full of sticks and silt and plants All these, these things invaded the lake Cluttered it up Took it over It was powerless to resist It couldn't Do Anything A victim of circumstance A battered man in the side of the highway with no Good Samaritan to come to the rescue For years It just is Crashing, pulling, ebbing, flowing Hiding Concealing the mess it really is Just a few feet down Don't be sad for Silver Lake All hope is not lost It doesn't have to be this way forever The DNR is going to dredge it It will take time But eventually The lake will be clean No mud No tree branches No blue-green algae It will be free of all the stifling pressure Of everything it's been holding in for so long Then, It will be just how it looks to me now Beautiful Precious Lovely Pure Bright Calm Free.
You are Silver Lake.
jenn06
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jenn06
American
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
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