and still the answer lays deep
a start without a finish
that would not let me sleep
we didn't get any closer
we didn't get any closure
a surface dive for pleasure
that brought forth hidden treasures
somewhere in the mountains
you lay out your golden plan
while nestled in the valley
oxidation slowly creeps
corrosion locks it all in tight
rust won't let it move
sadly, as the monsoon pours
realization stays there too
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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Eventually it will rust through..Oh! not the oil rig cap!
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