They float
With the current
Without intention
When I am swimming
As I always am.
No intention
To meet them there
In the darkness
But there is always
That black chance.
In the eon fathoms
Ever swirling ebbs
And swashes
The spiralling depths
Of my abyss
I meet one
As I flow
And float
And its tendrils
Envelope me
Draw me close
A jolt of memory
A sting of foreboding
Then released
To swim again.
Not all are poisonous
But all are terrible
Bad memories
Dark thoughts
The jellyfish of my mind.
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That's brill! Did you submit it as a draft for last terms portfolio? If not you should have :)
TTFN and all that jazz
Kim
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I'm not sure why it's published like this! But hey ho :)
ReplyDeleteThanks! no worries bout the layout, lol computers ey?! na i didnt, wrote it a couple of weeks ago, am thinkin of using it in my emulations... x
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