Lost Beneath the Ocean, Who Understands?

fear; their imaginations run primal
it starts with an idea and flowers
the roots spread into their night
cracking the dreams into nightmare
singular turns of each and every coin
to reveal the faces of their
crime
"why is he doing this to me"
fear
She goes to the marketplace
looking for water and crops
seven years
in a jail, in a pit
stuffed and buried in their hearts
they murdered their son
consensual, complicit, conspiracy
there is no denying that
the Village stood together, afraid to speak
what is it about words
you are afraid to admit
your loss of heart
your mind's disconnection
for those whom people have no meaning
they are but things
to the dead
Lost beneath the Ocean
a hand wrings forth from the Drowning
there is light above, slowly
here it is darkness
the car filled with water
the ship's great hole pouring within
we are no longer human
we have gills
we have wings
we have no reason to breathe
this is a new season