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Unfocused


I’ve heard it’s hard

To come to this

A last resort

So don’t resist

 

The way I ask

Is not quite clear

Some people think

There is no fear

 

The fear is there

And all I ask

Is that you see

Past my slipping mask

 

I’d like to learn

If you could teach me

How to swim

So I could be

 

One of the

Survivors when

The waters rise

I won’t ask what then

 

I need the help

I can’t go it alone

Or else I could just

Turn to bone

 

You might not see it

But the time has come

The seas have risen and

They’ll take my kingdom

 

I’ve built so carefully

The highest walls

But the ocean finds me

After all

 

So I will try to remember

All you said that day

But if the sky grows dark

I might just fade away

 

The water is not wet

Is not the home of fish

The water swallows my

Every dying wish

 

The seas will rise

The lovely sky will fall

I hope you’ll join the group

The ones who see it all

 

Maybe I’ll go alone

Might die unnoticed

But is it better than

Living a life unfocused?

 

I need to learn

To swim real soon

Or this water might

Just take away the moon

 

The water seems so cruel

What did it do to you?

I do not doubt your pain

Because I feel it too

 

So teach me

Please

I’m begging you

At an unease

Don’t let me die here

I’m not ready yet

There are still things to do

Behind this thick black net

 

I feel caught up in

The same winds again

I watched you tear up and

You waved at me; the end

And then you closed your eyes and blew away

I think I hope to do the same one day

 

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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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