To water I’m bound weighed down by a sea root
That anchoring asphyx, unaccounted for ages.
Circling, swimming seething for freedom:
Trouble with chains won’t change my aversion
To dive and discover the depths of my heartbreak.
I settle for sand bars and selfish ambition
Swirling, twirling in twisted emotion
I’d forgotten my foot the feeling of roots
Keeping me close in comforting whirles.
From the bar someone bellowed “Below is your trouble”
“You’re stuck in a swirl, descend on the double.”
I scoffed at his two cents
The troubling trait as if traveling the chain
Could mitigate my malaise. Marauders be damned!The insolent inquiring I’d never indulge him.
To ruin my ritual resend into trouble?
I’m happily here. Who is he to upset me?
I tugged at my tether, continuing my dip,
Making my rounds, master of bars.
Godforsaken gullies gathering darkness,
The depths of this deep aren’t fit for discovery.
This is my therapy thanksgiving, avidity.
Faster I flew, feeling my body’s breaking
Into this circle I felt myself sinking.
Away from the bar into nothing I floated.
“Below is your trouble. Descend on the double.”
I had to get out I scrambled for air
The deeper the more my heart had exploded.
I shall never get out despair is my fate
That inescapable heart wrenching moment I
Remembered. Repented. Resent into trouble.
I grasped hold of the chain gritting my teeth
To the mouth of my memory– remembered despair
Hand over hand heaving I plunged
Until touching the bottom, the table below
I unearthed my rubble an urn made of metal
The root of my bondage reposed in the chain of the sea.
Seizing, I sought to loose it, supposing my freedom.
Glimpsing an elegy by a glint from above
“Ashes” it read.
In that dark, forsaken deep distressed and uncertain
Cold, confused, and alone unable to control
I fell to the floor crushed by my fetters.
Slowly I rose ascending the waters.
The light had left us the late darkness to tread.
Unwelcomed, I weeped, in the wheel of Achilles:
My rhapsody refuted, relented to ashes.
