The undertow sucks you while your sleeping,

Dreaming of the perfect wave,

Knees buckle as Baby Blue suckles,

taking your strength…

Your life-force.

Offering only a deeper ennui,

A place to settle,

A place to contemplate

The Naval scene,


Deep was in me,

Deep was silence,

Deep was darkness,

Deep was still.

And to breathe meant a subtle death,

A silent scream…

The stream washes it away,

Washes everything away,

Soul torn by the fickle thrall,

Of the depth defying undertow.

copyright Dale Beck 2018

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