Poem - Life at 20,000 LeaguesLife at 20,000 LeaguesPoem - Life at 20,000 Leagues15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 029 - 20150129
Living at 20,000 leagues,
plumbing the depths of my humanity.
Pressure enough to break the mortal shell,
this is the place I call home.
You can’t understand me in this place,
a realm removed from your station.
Hiding at 20,000 leagues,
my face turned away, veiled from view.
The depths obscure me from you,
if only they would do the same for me.
I dare not look to who I am,
fun house mirror returns my gaze.
Pleading at 20,000 leagues,
please stop your wicked abuse of me.
I’ve done no wrong to you my fiend,
but yet you stalk me with mad glee.
I look to see the face of cruel hunter,
and I see my own looking back at me.
Bleeding at 20,000 leagues,
wounds inflected by you and by me.
Velvet gloves and barbed wire
bruise my body and break my flesh.
I may run, but I can’t hide,
I find myself and strike me down.
Crying at 20,000 leagues,
tears flow from reservoirs of deep sorrow.
Could I stop to cry, but I can’t
with so m