Written by Emily Harstone | May 24, 2017
From the depths of my soul
Not bad, as his vacations go.
He screamed for one last breath.
Decapitated body swam around the boat
Your ocean’s vast Lord; help me.
My hand is all that’s left?
Her Final Act ~ Succumbing to Death
Never too late; he reached out
Then from the depths, she rose!
Reaching up, I found life, light.
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From the depths of my soul
Not bad, as his vacations go.
He screamed for one last breath.
Decapitated body swam around the boat
Your ocean’s vast Lord; help me.
My hand is all that’s left?
Her Final Act ~ Succumbing to Death
Never too late; he reached out
Then from the depths, she rose!
Reaching up, I found life, light.