The Lake

A poem about the lake.

Jump right in, take a dip, swim around the lake. Nothing’s wrong, over here, it’s just getting late. Because once the lights go out for the night, I’ll be here soon and you won’t want to stay here long. For I’m over dying in the dark and being thrown against a tree. Maybe it’s time that I’ll snap back. Maybe it’s good you’re running free. Because the heat will die once you get close to me. Stop to look all around and you’ll see that people are dying because of me. I have a hammer and I’m not afraid to use it defense of all the misery. The difference between life and death and thrusting through with promises. Promises that you can’t keep, and throwing the rest away for the trash that they are. One more thing, I’ll swallow. It won’t be defeat. It’ll be your last gasp.

Reviews

[Riddhi]

I loved it...It was so terrific...I must say that you are one of those best writers whom I met here on writers cafe..Good job..
Keep on writing...

[Dan Cowan]

Ha! Swallowing their last gasp, I like that. Very clever and terrific imagery. Good job man

[siobhan]

Really good. Very tense, eery. I liked this a lot.

[splattercore]

Thanks a lot!

[Empress Ophelia]

"because the heat will die once you get close to me" gave me goosebumps. I can physically feel the need for love and compassion the character needs. Thank you for sharing.