The story of life,
Is a work in progress,
Success or Strife,
You're allowed to digress,..
You see the whole country is just
a position, ( a line from a song, My Name is Anthony Gonsalves),
So, the whole endeavor would be a mess,
To freshen up the suppress,
In the digress boat, it would be a yelp,
I reflexively scrambled to my feet,
as the freezing water continued to rush
in around my ankles,
With all weight in the front of the boat
and the stern rising up behind me,
painted stones rolled toward my feet,
the bow took another dip, and I went
head over heels into the lake,
Kicking at the depths with my feet and
slapping at the surface with my arms,
I tried to take a deep breath of air,
but took a deep breath of water instead,
Coughing and thrashing, I felt my head go
under and my body begin to sink,
Looking up through the dappled surface,
I could see the shadows of the bills floating on the water like autumn leaves,
Then the boat drifted over me, casting a much larger shadow, a shadow that began to extend outward in every direction,
But just it seemed as if the entire lake would be subsumed in darkness, a great curtain was raised and I found myself standing on a crowded street, except that everyone around me was someone I knew,
and all of them were frozen in place,
The rest is silence in digress.
Which says you should be cautious in digress. Coffee was the caution, but I missed before digress..☕
#WritcoPoemPrompt4



© Mishra Poonam