Drowning In

In the beauty of the moon
(on a cool July night
yellow behind a soft cloud veil)
we will drown

In the sorrow of our hearts
(china-cracked, pitted, worn)
we will drown

Grains of sand on the beach
roll hard - (in the hardness
of our lives)
we will drown

In the depths of our grief
we will drown
(for all we lost
for all we did not give)

In the terror of our days
we will drown
(inexorable the final door)

The water closes over us
(altered state -
we cannot breathe -
there is no way here
no touching down)

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