I, the diver, have been
successful;
Dodging jaws and snares,
traps and hooks.
I've long pitied the souls who've been
kidnapped;
Polluted with trash,
corrupted by tales.
I've escaped from the
madness;
I've laughed at the
fools.
Yet, in my glory, i've basked too long.
By a small, harmless creature i've been
stung;
the tiny fictitious tentacle
has left a slight burn.
and i've become the one
ensnared in my own trap
Author notes
Written February 26th, 2005
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interesting. a bizzare sense of self confidence, but it is backed with a feeling of doubt, slowly eating away at the persona emplied in the story. idk, but this makes sense to me, so im writing it. if it dont make no sense toyou, reply, and ill simplify if i can. anywho, good write, chica. ill catch u lata!
~mikey
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Again, very nice piece of writing. I love the idea behind this one... of getting so caught up in yourself that all of a sudden you don't realize what you're doing and you end up hurt in the end. This is something that can relate to a lot of people. nice work putting it on the page.
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