If I run away and hide will you find me
In deepest ocean’s trenches, without air,
Flotsam with forgotten, undiscovered,
Adrift with other lost souls dwelling there.
If I send an SOS, will you hear it,
Answer sonic plea to surface sent,
Will you, please, at least, alert another
Before exploding breath in lungs is spent.
If I hear no engine fast upon the waters,
If rescue seems a distant hope far gone,
If none there shall be up above to save me,
I’ll rest down here, learn somehow, to belong.
I’ll move among strange creatures as their shadow,
Learn their ways, survive as best I can,
Never fear if depths are not your forte
But, if you would, I’ll maid to your merman.
With denizens deep down we’ll both discover
World worth hiding in, as all was meant,
Come, my love, and find me in these waters,
If you do, no mayday need be sent.
Loved it momus, it has a great flow to it 🙂
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Thanks, Mark. 🙂
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Nice! 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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Just beautiful!
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Thank you, Nicodemas. 🙂
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A beautiful plea, Anne-Marie.
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Thanks, Chris. A bit of escapism. 😉
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Love the imagery and I always love a good use of the word flotsam.
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Thanks, Phil. I’ll have to see if I can fit jetsam into one. 😉
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heartening
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Drowning in reports! 😉
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