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Submerged

Ice cold claws grip me as cold as sleet
Ripping and tearing as well as washing clean

It’s a mischievous monster whipping me around
Keeping me calm with the lack of sound

Lungs long lucid of lack of use
Ashamed buy their long, relentless abuse

My hair now octopus tentacles dancing about
Reaching for things, but their luck is out

The gray and black that clouds my eyes
Safe guards me from some frightening sights

Deep under in a place I’ll never bear to live
But for a moment of peace, I guess I can forgive



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Jade.I.AmThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
today at 8:45 am:
This is really cool. I like the beginning the most!
 
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BekahBooThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
May 13 at 11:43 pm:
Great poem. Really liked the octopus metaphor.
 
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freepersonThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
May 2 at 1:27 pm:
this is so awesme I love the last stanza
 
PriestyThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
May 2 at 7:29 pm :
Thank you!  
 
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