How did it happen?
I was a fine vessel once,
sturdy and proud,
withstanding the pounding
waves of strife,
nary a tremor to betray me.
Now, I'm awash, drowning
my sorrows in
stagnant waters, wondering
if anyone will notice
my sinking.
Dallas D'Angelo-Gary 09
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Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on July 7, 2009
Another great poem. Toss me a life preserver first then I'll pull you out too. Buddy system man...........
Indeed, indeed, Dallas - what a clear picture you paint. So often we walk around in a state of unawareness, blinded by our own concerns and your poem reminds me to open my eyes and be more aware of the plight of others. Thank you, my friend.
You're not. This poem is a declaration you are not sinking but floating smoothly in backstrokes of fine verses and strong content, unmindful of life's currents, stagnant or not.
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