May 24, 2008
By Brittany Walcott, Philladelphia, PA

ocean flows
Deeper than the
crevices in the World
I stay in the shallow end, Lest
I would drown in the Damns of
the mysteries that Lie beneath What
is visible to my eyes, Although isolated
from the Deep The shallow get weary and starts
To crackle, The deep calls my name and somehow
I can’t ignore the calls I slowly Drift away from the
shallow Unaware of the changes In my surroundings The
deeper I get The more the Shallow calls my name And I crave for it
I’m to far ahead to turn Back, Something wont let me Turn back, Will I sink
To the bottom or Will I float above- Untouched by the dangers beneath, I don’t know but I’m way to deep

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