#39 ~ I dropped him in a sea of knowing...

The Real

When I think about writing, I think that sometimes I try too hard. That when I put words to paper - or otherwise words to the computer, that I'm pushing toward something that I shouldn't push on. Maybe it's a bit too over zealous or a bit too over the top.

Looking back on prior works, those bits of poetry, prose and stories, I was in a spot that was overly emotional, tending to lean toward the more 'pity me' parts then anything. Some - although erotic in writ, spoke to me of nothing more than a woman crying on her pillow each night. Years later, those words still seem a bit strained, but they're just words aren't they?

I dropped him in a sea of knowing

Allowing him to gasp for air…

He struggled within my waves, drowning

In my knowledge that he couldn’t see

Nor hear, taste…

His mouth filling with tears as I watched the waves take him

Further from me, never letting

His legs, struggling to keep him afloat

Pumped like pistons only to be caught

As I dived in and held on,

Dragging him further underneath

Not letting him know

That I knew…

2007 (S.O.A.)