she said i was a winner,
but what did she know?
the air hung heavy across the lake;
high upon the bridge there was an angel,
floating, hovering in the sky --
suddenly crashing downwards
through the fog
and there was a splash,
a gurgle,
and nothing more.
and for a moment i wondered
if what i saw was real;
i stared at the water
but there were no tell-tale signs,
so i turned and walked inside.
she said i was a winner,
but who won that night?
was it me,
warm and dry
with a plate of uneaten cookies by my side,
or was it that unknown swimmer
who took her final dive?
Author notes
If you're wondering what on earth this is, I am not the right person to ask.
Whatever you want to say. Critiques, anything. :)
Comments
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i like this. im not sure that i understand it the way it is suppose to be said but i am seeing it as a person committing suicide im not sure tho
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was it me,
warm and dry
with a plate of uneaten cookies by my side,
or was it that unknown swimmer
who took her final dive?
oh what a great poem it is
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