Before I could Talk
To the River I would walk
There in the water I'd dive
Everyday when I was alive
Though the world was cruel
I found sweet solace in that pool
And on my own I'd swim
And watch the blue sky dim
Until that fateful day
I believe it was the eighth of may
I went to my secret spot
Where no human ever fought
And with a practiced leap
I dove into the deep
My body fell and fell
But my mind, she fell, into a spell
And I watched myself fall
Somehow separate from it all
I felt tremendous pain
And from that icy froth, I never 'rose again
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A refined poetic imagination, E. M. Cole. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.