it's been days
since I am wondering
long enough to sort things out
looking at you as a creature
with the burning sting
you dive into the deep waters
and seek solitude to lick your wounds
a pendelum put into a halt
I'm too cold to wave a distress signal
It seems there comes a time
when I realize you tied yourself on a sinking ship
dowsing for hatred
cannot seem to forgive and forget.
dropping off my anchor
I just wanted to make a connection,
however you've lost yourself
deep deep down at the very dark
squinting for faint pattern
finding constellations
that will clue me in
playing mind games,
wishful thinking, I might win
useless to degrade myself in front of you.
I try not to ascend faster than your bubbles
allowing my body to flush out
exhale dissolved nitrogen
a sure way to test my endurance
you are when you are ready, If not
then i will simply count my blessings
fire can melt them somewhat,
air can alter their shape,
but you are who you are
still fixed and concrete
down on the ocean floor
a 'fixed' water sign
like ice: desolate and unkind
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I would like to translate this poem
Sublime! Loved the image and emotion on your story...Keep on writing. A big 10