WELL, I SUPPOSE THINGS DON'T GET WORSE THAN HANGING FROM A HELIUM BALLOON A MILE ABOVE SOME UNRECOGNIZED STATE. OF COURSE, MY GRIP COULD WEAKEN, OR I COULD GET SUCKED INTO A JET INTAKE. THAT'S ONE OF THE REMARKABLE THINGS ABOUT LIFE. IT'S NEVER SO BAD THAT IT CAN'T GET WORSE. - Bill Waterson

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Sea of pain

She was sinking deep
Towards eternal sleep
Trying to break to the surface
With the waves hitting her face

She could swim no longer
It made her less stronger
Wiser to go with the current
Coiling her like a serpent

She strove to stay afloat
Wishing fervently for a boat
To row her to the shore
Struggle she could no more

She wished she could die
In ease she could forever lie
But in the sea of pain
One cannot be peacefully lain

1 comment:

Karthik Narayan said...

very nice. saw the pain