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
About the Creator
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.




Comments (1)
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.