(Push and Pull, Part 2)
When troubled times come crowd out the room
To bury souls in dark thoughts of gloom
Depression drawing deep
Seeks out a path to keep
The quite solace of ocean’s tomb
How easy to walk into the sea
To begin the end of what was me
To take that gasping breath
Embracing soggy death
And let those problems of bad times – flee
But flee to what? Hell’s hot eager fires?
From cooling waters to burning pyres?
And what is left behind?
To haunt my children’s minds
These thought were those that changed my desires
A follow-on to my poem about darker days in my life.
This poen is wittten in a Limerick-like format that has a meter of: 9/9/6/6/9 And the typical Limerick rhyme scheme of: aabba
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