POEM: Time Waits For No Mortality

Ocean Of Time

By Mark Cantrell

Deeper

In the crushing depths,

Slow-motion plunge

Into the dark unknown,

The pressure squeezes,

Bones, and muscles, lungs

And brain; perception freezing

In the drowning force.

Below, waiting,

The Abyss,

Shadow mouth open,

Ready to swallow

This sun-kissed exiled morsel.

Arms wide,

Legs kick in feeble strokes,

Lips drawn wide in airless cry,

Drifting ever deeper,

Another victim drowned

In the Ocean of

Time.

Mark Cantrell,

Manchester,

22 November 2006

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