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Tides


I think if I could swim it might be rather fun

But for now I’d rather run

Because the sea levels are rising and I think they might just swallow me whole

And the night would go quiet

They might think it droll

That someone apparently as smart as I

Could go into the water and just fucking die

But I

 

I saw this one coming

About a mile in advance

That’s why I think that I might rather

Feel free to jump before I fall

 

They thought that I could have it all

But you see that’s a bullshit call

If the water didn’t kill me then the people would

It might not be murder but it’s just as cruel

This slow intoxication and then quicker suffocation

Hurts about as much as you’d think, you fool

So I

 

I might not make it through

The night might break our crew

The thing is it’s just not my fault;

But you’ll never know the fullest truth because

My feelings are locked up in an air-tight vault

And I

 

I’ll get to montreal

If it’s in my dreams that’s fine

But I need something to hold

Besides this fragile breaking line

Nothing too divine because I can’t even figure out

If I should stay or I should go

But you’ll just say not down below

And you’ll lie to my face

So let’s back up just a pace

And you

 

You will make it through just fine

But will you still be so damn blind

When I’m out of here and there’s nothing to fear

It’s just you in the mirror

Wondering what you could’ve

Maybe should’ve

Done

To save us all

 

Well you cannot win them all

You see, goodbye and have a ball

It’s just that I can’t stay here

Cause of what I hear when I

fall

 

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c.m. keir

I love slam poetry and spoken word, and writing has always been my best form of expression. I make jewelry, I love my cat, Apollo, and most of all I love poetry. Together we will make it through.

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