Vignettes of scenes from my own way <br />Flicker past in nonsensical parade <br />From yesterday to birthday cakes and Christmas Trees <br />The reality keeps filling <br />My mother’s beckoned call, <br />In rooms I no longer know <br /> A whirlwind, in cold intent <br />My mind engaged, my body in torment <br />The sight of you when first we met <br />Your tender smile in shy demure <br />A scene as real as it suggests <br />Please take this sear away <br />Thrash and fit for one more chance <br />Promises and pacts extricate, but for whose ears? <br />With arms and legs full of purpose <br />Now shoulder more than just my fears <br />Slowly, slowly I subside inside myself <br />To a filtered light rippling just beyond <br />Declining, declining I still can’t confess <br />As my mind replays, my body in severance <br />Struggles lost to pointless seems <br />My moment’s lapse is now your somber memory <br />I slip the pain for what I’ve known <br />As I descend in water, <br />Down, <br />Down<br /><br />Pablo Cruise<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-down/
