She clasps her breath,
Her airways tightly shut,
Prevent the water from infiltrating her lungs
With eyes free,
Seeing the stars above her head,
Riding on the waves of a cosmic storm,
Delivering space dust onto her home.
It washes the soil off the platter,
Sinking and blanketing all in its way.
She hugs her knees,
Such slushing silence,
Intersect with her thumping heart,
Beating furiously,
Begging to be freed from its bony cage.
She's scared to death,
Submitting to the loneliness,
She gets consumed,
The water no longer as clear as at first perceived,
No longer sweet,
No longer pure.
The surface drowns,
Fury emerges from the grave,
So young,
So loud that it invades her palace,
Becoming a parasite in the back rooms,
Flooding until she reaches the surface.
But it's missing,
The mountains of life,
What once prevailed,
Is now taken for granted.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
