Welcoming Fate

This is imagery incarnate

Welcoming Fate

 

 

Far away, the surface breaks.

Amidst the glimmer of spreading waves,

a hand - clutching for air, a breath to take,

to fill lungs trapped below the wake.

To breathe - to voice a cry for help,

the touch of death so coldly felt.

Slipping feet churn madly in the depths,

sliding down elusive watery steps.

Life exhaled in a rush of bubbles,

sinks to the bottom to rot in the rubble.

Staring-pale round eyes agape -

victim of destiny welcoming fate.

 

The Warrior Poet

(My Dark Half)

Reviews

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

=D I like the twist and contrast within it. Desperately grasping at hope only to be taken down again.

[Coyote Poetry]

Fate is made and can be changed in seconds. One tap of your breaks on a car can keep you from a accident. I have little truth in fate. I tested her often and wasn't my time to go. I believe we have no choice. Some of us can live in hell. The poem is powerful. I like the language of your poetry. Strong and to the point. I like the last lines. A outstanding poem.
Coyote