Caught In The Cobweb Poem by Jim Lord

Under a palm tree.
I took off my clothes.
Full of joy, I thought I was finally free.
I jumped into the sea, trying to swim in vain.

Into the sea the torturous waves come and go, pushing me deeper below.
I could not help tasting the water,
It was not the taste I know anymore, but that of mud.
Even sometimes of blood.
Soon the sea of illusion gave my heart a change of conclusion.
How could that hope so easily fall?
Such a thought was not joyful at all!

Into the sea the impenetrable waves come and go, bringing knowledge of motion.
But no change to the picture I tried to draw.
They let me to my destination.
Ignorance inflicted on me.
My knowledge was lost in ignorance.
The waves did not make any difference!
Could I carry on like this?
Was my desperate question!
Should I go on like this?
Was a painful hesitation!
Should I care tasting the muddy and the bloody water in such alienation?
Was a fascinate temptation.

Into the sea the endless waves come and go, harboring both light and darkness.
They told me to prepare my face for worse.
The sea, somber and dull, stood motionless.
I kept my head above the water.
My eyes, wide open, glittered in the gloom and waited,
Until the light revealed,
Thousands of shades behind the waves leaning together,
As if talking with each other,
But their voices meaningless, words nonsense,
Like someone driven by waves,
Like me, dying in a slow motion enigma.
What a dilemma!

Into the sea the infinite waves come and go, whispering to me.
No way back, no way forward.
I ought to face the shades, any way.
I should not think any more.
Sure, I could no longer think.
The waves come and go.
They will remain so.
Do I need to draw another picture below?
No I do not think so,
The waves must come and go.
I have to move further or go deeper below!