Cold Water

Twisting through contorted limb

Sober now from distant whim

Batten down the hatches

The storm approaches, the thunder crashes

It cannot wait

It must be now

A shot’s been fired across the bow

What presence here has been proclaimed?

What once was unspoken is finally named

So this is sinking, or so it seems

Diving fathoms in lucid dreams

With lungs now aching, begging for air

And only cold water answers

With a cinder block anchor, hope turns to despair

Ripped from the womb and left to the ocean’s care

Cold water

So just sink, let go, slip into the depths

Let the pieces of a wasted life slip past the fingertips

Rejoice, exult, a fitting conclusion to a melancholy myth

A grave at sea, an absentee, whose presence won’t be missed

Picking at the bones that came to rest on the ocean bed

Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead

Summon the ire left hanging in moments that swings by the neck to and fro.

Assured by the light that there’s one way to go

Death is callous, strange, and sudden

A pious, indignant glutton

Whose hands are soft, warm, and inviting