Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-28439145-20170712005333/@comment-27070860-20180221192047

(I don’t know how to make poems but I know how to rhyme words so that’s close enough)

It was the middle of winter,

When I realised I was a sinker.

The water was way too cold,

And my soul far too old.

There were no dreams to float on,

Only ugly thoughts I chocked on.

I fell through the ice,

As fate threw the dice;

I was so painfully alone,

With only the memories of beautiful Yellowstone,

Memories of pasts that weren’t even mine,

Memories of standing in the front line,

Memories of no meanings,

And those with feelings,

And as the water filled my lungs,

I heard someone speak in tongues,

I heard languages I missed,

Languages I dismissed,

Languages I’ve forgotten,

Languages that’ve turned rotten

And I realised It would be a pity

That I haven’t yet visited the windy city

That I haven’t yet written a letter to my beloved friend

That I still have so many things I need to mend.

So I try to call out,

I try to shout,

But the water doesn’t care

And before my last breath of air-

I can see someone drowning before me,

And the last thing I see, ''

Before my last breath dies,

Are my lonely lifeless eyes