Longing

Thu, 08/06/2015 - 14:57 -- Jamesc
 
I wish I could swim
To the depths of the deepest sea
Without the yoke of a thousand buckets
Beckoning me to return to the surface.  
For once, I wish that I could remove the noose
From my poor fragile neck and become one
With the water that yearns so deeply for my blood to shed.  
All over the floor,
I spread myself wide
Grasping for the droplets of water in the air through which I thrive.  
A fallen angel greets me in the wake of my death,
And shall he take me into the arms of the mother
Or father 
When I return to the paradise 
Of non-existence?
 
This poem is about: 
Me

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