Swarming, surging, desperate into the rabid yonder
Sea and sky kaleidoscopically mingled; no barrier between air or water
Down a beckoning trail of rainbow bubbles, I wander
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Floating on waves of angst, past mistakes I ponder
Floating, falling, alternating rapidly on my contemplative trek to nowhere
Swarming, surging, desperate into the rabid yonder
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Every breath a curse, yet not one I’d squander
Desperately gasping each pass through pockets of exhaled prayer
Down a beckoning trail of rainbow bubbles, I wander
∘˙○˚.•🌊∘˙○˚.•
Swallowing gallons of frigid water
Choking and retching in the filtered glare
Swarming, surging, desperate into the rabid yonder
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Undertow, continually catches me out in silent slaughter
Memories, attacking from every route, in psychological warfare
Down a beckoning trail of rainbow bubbles, I wander
∘˙○˚.•🌊∘˙○˚.•
My story, shredded and buried at sea
Tossed and drowned, in my efforts to retrieve every lost bit of me
Down a beckoning trail of rainbow bubbles, I wander
Swarming, surging, desperate into the rabid yonder
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
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Another powerful piece. I think the imagery of a story shredded in the water will be evocative for any fellow writer. By the way, it looks like there may be a typo in your title.