Two Bubbles

Can you tell why this is a horror poem?

The two were born
From one last gasp of life
In a lifeless, lightless landscape
They try to defy and escape
The grasp the dark wields
They attempt to spurn

Rising ever so slowly
They see themselves dither
Yet always together in harmony
Unknowing of the agony
They are to deliver
Lonely.

Darkness fades
As the two start a dance
As they see each other grow
With light reflecting glow
They move in trance
To the light ahead

With increasing might
They circle each other in play
Their symmetry and quiet beauty
No longer displayed timidly
As blue overcomes gray
As all comes to light

The journey ends
The two, born from death
Carrying in their playful dance
One last hope or chance
As that one last breath
No one heard

Author's Note

I had this image of two bubbles of air rising from the bottom of the sea, and I just had to start writing. Little did I know that half way through the poem I would be describing the last moments of a drowning! Yikes! I think it's the scariest i've written! But that was what came out! Like I said, you never know where a story will take you!

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

You are right in that we don't know what shall be the last word at times, until it is written! I like the twist at the end but sorry they had to drown! The way they dance and dither, circle each other in play, and then light as the journey ends! A very clever ending!!