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Drowning
In the King’s Court
I approach it with ease No sign of fluster.
There is no time for worry As I approach the altar.
Oh that shiny white scale, It is my King.
Only for him
Will I break free?
So taunting is the scale,
As it tempts me with its shine. I am but the loyal subject
Of its scathing red number.
But no!
My lady whispers that I must not.
It’s killing me inside.
The white coat man is like the others He wants me to leave it behind. They may be right,
It may all be so,
But my oath still stands,
It is my duty to go.
And so here I step,
Like the eager page I am, Approaching the great king’s throne With apprehensive glee.
The scale moans with life, The red line climbs higher, And it is all I can do
To continue my struggle
To finish my task here today.
Yet as the number steadies, The urge is gone.
And all I am left with
Is the empty court of towels And the scornful laughter Of my spiteful little king.
I dive down, crashing beneath the sea.
You do not follow.
I swim deeper, and I realize you are still above. Your absence hits me like a rock,
And I sink.
Still, you do not follow.
I am at the bottom, an all time low,
Drowning in my thoughts.
You follow too late.
At least we’ll drown together.
Valerie Jarvis `18
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