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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Published on June 21, 2015 05:20