Submarine

I dreamt that I was witnessing a war

Not in full action

But of its ancient history

 

Looking at the artifacts of someone else's life

Wondering who'd they'd been

Where they'd walked

Who they'd loved

 

I plunged deeper in to the ocean-

I don't remember ever entering the vessel-

And savored at the beauty of what could be

Near Death

 

I was terrified

 but witnessed

Someone else's nightmare

Their life

Sunk

Plunged

Forgotten

 

I closed my eyes- I was physically unable to open them

I looked to the right

briefly

My lids heavy as the lead

That these people sunk in

 

The vessel

A representation of my own life

I could not move

I could not be brought to the surface

For now, I could only sway

With the tides

 

And pray

That I don't sink.

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This poem has been accepted into the MUSE Magazine. I am honored to be featured in an anthology from authors around the globe. 

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