The water seeps up, up
(lapping, licking, soothing)
twisting around the parts of your body that
you have come to know and hate because
this is the body that the world abandoned
The water is soothing
the water is deep
lay down your heavy head
close yours eyes and sleep
(thick, dreaming, dark)
sweet, bright little lamb
so alone, so lost in Hell
The water circles your neck
clothing you in elegant dress
your mouth was once dust
your body made of bugs
now water floods your lungs
(silk against burlap)
you feel clean and pure and done
This is how you drown
legs twisted and still
hands thrust out into the chill
letting the water, clean and cold
(sweet, inky, dark, deep)
take your tired, finished mind
and dance it down to sleep
~Rebel

3 comments:
Uplifting, Stonespringseven. A particular good day you must have been having, eh?
Hugs!
La
this is so beautiful...love your mind..i don't know u but i met you...through your works,and writings i feel your heart, its bleeding, and pain, and questions....once again, nothing short of beautiful
hi, here you can listen your poem in music, I've given it a alternative sense, the water as the life..as the death, thinking about the people who don't have the possibility of drinking everyday, I hope you like it, if you send me your e-mail we could communicate better,
thank you..have a nice day
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7p4BdJ9IOI
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