SINKING (Short story)
Subscribe to POETICALLY SPOKEN by Email My father’s fathers thought The rat shouldn’t join lizards in a swim, Not because they couldn’t be equals; Lizards would dry soon afterwards But the rat would take a much longer while… A sudden pang of pain hit my left arm, then my left lap and swiftly some sort of paralysis grazed all the energy in the muscles. Slowly it got darker, and darker. I knew I was sinking further from the sun. Further, and further. Away from everything I knew – my friends who sensibly played it safe at the shoreline, my family hundreds of miles awaiting my return, my love; the girl I couldn’t be with because I chose a new path, and now I wouldn’t evermore. An hour or so earlier, we have arrived Koramo beach – a team of excited colleagues. That was to be our final picnic before we were scattered across the country after a rigorous six month course in communications. It was also a period of refreshed dreams, heightened drives, and great...