Half way between start and end,
Staring into the waters that rushed below.
Where I had walked would be where I'd spend,
Taking my feet to where I'd go.
Too slow, too slow.
Toward the currents I am drawn,
Let it take my body away as I lose hold of mind.
The memories stored and ideas that were born,
Home they searched and never would find.
Behind, Behind.
On opposing sides it all would lay,
The safety and comfort of the drying land.
Yet the lapping and chopping of water away,
Pulls at the point at where I stand.
A hand, a hand.
Over edge of bridge into the swirl,
buried under the darkened waters deep.
The flags they waved would never unfurl,
as silence of all begins its creep.
To sleep, to sleep.
Taraz
[ a Steem original ]
Hermoso poema, que muestra un transitar por la vida y los vacíos en que suele caerse a veces está la mano amiga que salva, otras no. Saludos.
Such a sad subject of suicide by drowning. Well written. Yes. It amazes me you can write on this subject as you are such an upbeat guy with a bright future. Thanks @tarazkp
We all live many lives across many moments and a step either way can bring fortune or failure. Some things we can influence, others are out of our control but at the end of the day, we can each only experience our life as ourselves.
Sometimes there are people who leave things halfway, when the worst happened and who knows why many people have a different reason
Beautiful poem, happy night
We must always keep going no matter what happens, beautiful poem
This was so exceptionally well written. I am reading this at work in a call center and with each passing stanza, the sound around me faded. I would imagine that the ocean has the same effect on someone that may find themselves at this point in life, literally and figuratively at the edge. Such a peacefully written, yet intensely real piece. FOLLOWING!!!