Sound System # 2

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Experimental.

Created: October 20,2018

Submitted: July 24, 2018

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Submitted: July 24, 2018

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 Like I was being born again, in breach, 

my feet became pushed up toward my head, as I fell back,'

 

down 

 

and into a hole in the Earth.

 

 

 

As if I was falling from space,

 

gravity pulling me back, 

 

I felt the world pull me down,

 

into its belly, 

 

like an unconsciously drowned stone,

 

weighed down by own,

 

grasp to reach up,

 

finding a way to get free.

 

 

 

Down and deep,

 

I fell, 

 

until I eventually landed,

 

flat and broken,

 

in the dark,

 

where water once grew,

 

in this dry nightmare.

 

 

 

Now, at the bottom of the well,

 

I search for a ladder of faith,

 

as I hope for someone to open my eyes,

 

back into the light.

 

 

 

I thought I was running away,

 

and now they think I am hiding from them,

 

yet neither if us knew,

 

I just simply, 

 

became sucked into the ground,

 

all by accident,

 

as I fell.

 

 

 

Down here I am without water,

 

deep in this well,

 

long gone days, 

 

drying up this source of thirst.

 

Down here, I shift my perspective,

 

high in the hell,

 

pushing the future back,

 

drowning away my darkness,

 

for a better day, 

 

in which I may get out, 

 

alive and free.

 

 

 

As I ran across that field, escaping my fate, 

 

I stumbled on the plank,

 

walked out across it, like I had created some sort of mutiny,

 

as the captain of the ship,

 

chased me.

 

Then, I broke through the otherside,

 

breaking through my own reflection,

 

as I fell,

 

no longer judged or stricken down,

 

falling deeper into the core of this time,

 

where someone once dug a hole,

 

for us both,

 

to disappear,

 

then re-appear like water.

 

 

 

Down in this well, 

 

I am drowned.

 

Down in this tunnel,

 

there is no ladder,

 

that reaches me.

 

I feel alive,

 

as I slip back into,

 

the tomb.

 

I feel alive as I slip back out,

 

of this womb.

 

 

 

 

I fell down,

 

then I clawed my way back.

 

I disappeared,

 

then I found myself,

 

out of the darkness.

 


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