Monday, May 16, 2011

The water in the grey cave

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I sit in the darkness.
Grey water. Black now.
Our cave. Hidden.
But with no candles or
flicker and hope, to be
spoken to!

I wonder at the water.
Its around me.
Its above me.
I wonder.
I can't breathe.

As my lungs do heat.
And muscles relax.
Electric, in shock.

And I wonder.
Everything. Gone.

All I am. Sucked. Soaked.
Lying. As I fall below.

Shall you rescue me.
Shall you remember our cave.

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