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[aid] => mick
[title] => THE OCEANIC SEPULCHRE
[time] => 2009-04-24 10:58:46
[hometext] => This poem is about the cruel fate suffered by a child who grows up to realise they've lost their innocence, which they see in the appearance of themself as a child.
[bodytext] => I'm sorry you passed away I remind myself of you by looking at your image On a boat, sitting wisely Looking off into the veridian waves I hate what I've done to you You were so young; a helpless plea Came from your mouth as you fell in At only ten you gave into me Innocent child that you were I hope and pray that you do not forgive I'm to blame, yet you had already sunk Leaving the vessel in which I live I lost you to those emerald waves Which you tried to contemplate and understand A surging tide, sinking to the bathosphere of what life is like For that kind of man I'm sorry I came about Your vulnerable, soft conscience dissolved away And I took your place, living in the same vessel Day after day after day While you were here Mother begged you not to get close to the edge But the waves' cruel crashing drowned her out And you'd already fallen over the ledge I'm in this vessel But they do not know; though you lost your defences; Mother was not able to see I took your place in here She only senses I wished you stayed afloat You couldn't even swim; the cruel waters enveloped your face Just as the look of terror did, only this time I let you sink under Yet protected from disgrace I've come to know you I know I couldn't and shouldn't, but I still would not let you be Mother's not doing well; she suspects my lusting did that to you Submerging you in the sea I'm sorry, I let you drown I play the victim of concupiscent men; I should've let me be And I let them take me apart, sinking myself, and let them Submerge me in the sea [comments] => 2 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 8 [informant] => matariel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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