Monday, March 9, 2009

December 15

The pipes are frozen
the faucets are broken
the water is flowing
much like an ocean
gradually growing
drowned in unknowing
winter winds blowing
the currents are slowing
as ice caps the peaks
of legendary seas
please softly speak
keep trying to breath
I believe the mirage
as I reach and claw
my body frozen in shock
break the top of the frost
my heart is pounding
over underwater county
the moments counting down
to death by drowning
rise above the tide
and you might survive
tight for the prize
of pride in your life

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