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Falling In
I took a walk to the waters edge, looking at the ripples and the lilies all in bloom just resting on the surface
Thinking to myself, how deep is this water, it is after all only a lake but it must have been her for eternity
All the creatures that nestle below and never come up for air, I stare and wonder what it would be like if I lived down there
It would be cold and dark I would imagine, not much sunlight and peaceful and calm
Or would it be dangerous and cruel, would the creatures be alien and swallow me whole
Oh well, I decided to walk more along this bank of the lake and lost my balance and almost fell in
Imagine that? It is such a good job that I can swim otherwise I would be drowning and falling deeper and deeper into the cold depths of despair
And once I was under, the current would not let me come up for air
As it would sweep me down and I would spiral out of control, not knowing how to come back to the surface
I walk a little further with those thoughts still in my mind, well just for a moment anyway
I reach a rustic old bridge so I decide to go for a walk across and see what is on the other side
Yes you say, sometimes the grass is greener but in this case it is only a walk after all, so not much chance of that
I go onto the bridge and gaze down looking at the lake, how can I be doing this I thought, the lake is far too wide for a bridge
I then realise that I did indeed slip into the water and for a moment lost all consciousness
Luckily some passer by risked his life and went into the water after me, such bravery
I laid on the waters edge, but for that split second I must have gone into a dream or some death trip as how can I have thought of that bridge
I looked around and my eyes were blurry and I coughed some water out of my lungs, thankfully I was saved in time, before the water had any affect on my brain function
Scary to think that I could have been seconds from death, but then why did I not swim, maybe I must have hit my head or something?
Thinking to myself, how deep is this water, it is after all only a lake but it must have been her for eternity
All the creatures that nestle below and never come up for air, I stare and wonder what it would be like if I lived down there
It would be cold and dark I would imagine, not much sunlight and peaceful and calm
Or would it be dangerous and cruel, would the creatures be alien and swallow me whole
Oh well, I decided to walk more along this bank of the lake and lost my balance and almost fell in
Imagine that? It is such a good job that I can swim otherwise I would be drowning and falling deeper and deeper into the cold depths of despair
And once I was under, the current would not let me come up for air
As it would sweep me down and I would spiral out of control, not knowing how to come back to the surface
I walk a little further with those thoughts still in my mind, well just for a moment anyway
I reach a rustic old bridge so I decide to go for a walk across and see what is on the other side
Yes you say, sometimes the grass is greener but in this case it is only a walk after all, so not much chance of that
I go onto the bridge and gaze down looking at the lake, how can I be doing this I thought, the lake is far too wide for a bridge
I then realise that I did indeed slip into the water and for a moment lost all consciousness
Luckily some passer by risked his life and went into the water after me, such bravery
I laid on the waters edge, but for that split second I must have gone into a dream or some death trip as how can I have thought of that bridge
I looked around and my eyes were blurry and I coughed some water out of my lungs, thankfully I was saved in time, before the water had any affect on my brain function
Scary to think that I could have been seconds from death, but then why did I not swim, maybe I must have hit my head or something?
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