The Great Dive

they were talking about the dive
the older woman who talked about it before
had already been duly rewarded
oh, she was grasping for breath
she almost died

people always love to talk about grasping
for breath
a situation where one almost dies
hands grappling for anything be it a shadow
of a coral or even a yellow finned fish
some however do not help one to rise and live
but they bite and make you bleed
inspiring the sharks

we all undergo this great dive
into the dark blue depths
into the blackness that we have never been too
but we have the feeling
we know

honestly i have been there
i am not rewarded at all
i do not expect anything anyway
and i personally do not want to talk about it

never.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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