Fathom

Sometimes, just sometimes it is easier to stay down.

There are no crests on my waves,

just profound, dark troughs

where only those who can go deep,

those equipped to hold their breath

long enough to free dive,

can survive.

It is a rarefied and wondrous world

without oxygen,

but nature allows it

to support life forms.

Many alien like creatures,

colourful, swift bottom feeders

who strive to stay away

from the light.

Their complex markings,

stings or poisonous quills

protecting them

from vigilant predators.

It is here with them,

in this eerie cold, black,

silent and godless place

that I find peace.

 

24/03/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[Susan 🦋]

There can be peace in the darkest of nights as hope is often found with the silence.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah yes indeed. Silence is often a place of refuge. Many thank yous Susan.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i might like that bottom, myself...
to make use of that which is discarded by others...do we make the most of what we have, or do we carelessly abandon it...
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes it is a peaceful place although others see the dark as a bad thing. We do discard too readilly indeed Jacob. Many thanks.

[Einstein Noodle]

inspired many visions of those eerie depths and strange creatures .. love it ... the deafening silence however is profound!
E.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Sir 'E' I am touched (in more than one sense I fear!)

[Einstein Noodle]

yeah...me too ;{ :)))))))))))))