The Drowning GameA Poem by NevilleThe
Drowning Game As the river flows She is yet again
reborn Tho her song more
softly sung remains Held fast and forever
locked dear heart In these eternal sodden
chains Ah’ but tis so very slow
indeed She meanders her way
t’ward thee Yet unlike any raging
flood She swells like some
mere tributary With many would be
lovers spared She whispered thus As this river Aches for the sea I too ache For your very company Release that straw you clutch she said Drink long and then breathe deep Ye shall not drown nor perish here But rather gently go to sleep Then dream an angel’s dream with me With that his
blouson flung and cast Into an eddy first
and last He bowed his head And slipped within Ne’er to be seen alive
again Come morn twas often said Another wretched drunken lover Was claimed again last night Who dared to sup the
tears of that Playful nymphomanic water sprite... © 2018 NevilleFeatured Review
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8 Reviews Added on March 25, 2018 Last Updated on March 27, 2018 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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