***
It teeters on the brink of depth,
So cold and wet and dark.
The wind is still, the sky is clear,
Though there’s no singing lark.
I stand on it, the very edge,
As it goes down and down.
I see myself submerging,
And I cannot help but frown.
Not a living soul around me,
Not a parasite in sight.
There is no one to witness,
How I slowly lose my light.
It’s all around my shoulders now,
Just licking at my skin.
I wonder just how long it takes,
I’ve got no cup of gin.
If it was here, it’s mighty clear,
The false lit warmth that it would give.
It’d slip its way, come down my throat,
While I would slowly cease to live.
( Victoria)
Drowning In Homework
© Copyright: Аделина Грант, 2014
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