Flooded
The first thing I wrote for ukulele. Make of that what you will.
I am standing ankle deep in tepid water
More comes pouring in from every crevice I see
But it doesn't bother me
I'm being flooded from the sewer
Now it's waist high, and threatens to engulf me
But I can't even see
This is no devastating flood
This is just what is in my blood
I throw my head back and enjoy it
The cool water, it refreshes me
I can't smell, so I don't care if it's clean
I always wanted to be a dolphin
Or maybe a porpoise is a better fit
They're less streamlined, perfect
This is no devastating flood
This is just what is in my blood
This is no devastating flood
This is just what is in my blood
I want to be beautiful
So let's swim away
Let's swim away
The sewers run deep and everywhere
So let's swim away
Become a dolphin today
This is no devastating flood
This is just what is in my blood
This is no devastating flood
This is just what is in my blood
This is no devastating flood
This is just what is in my blood
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
Keep track of me on Insta @purpleproseandposies
Keep reading
More stories from Violet P. Davies and writers in Poets and other communities.
The Dangling Bead
My life is splashing before my eyes, as I precariously suspend and prepare for the end, the consumption of my Self and identity. I know that gravity will be the victor in this struggle. Like a pendant, slipping from the chain, the tension has caught me in this moment, bestowing one last gift of reflection. I cling desperately, questioning my purpose. Searching for comfort. And I remember…
By Leslie Staven3 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.