The Pond

By Cate Foy, TIWP Student

bubbles pop at the surface
of a pond that looks serene.
the bubbles mark the end
of a life that went unseen.

beneath the placid ponds pretense
sinks a ship without a sail.
words that weep through whispers wild
this fatality from a false fail.

have I failed you wondering world,
have I done you wrong
have I slipped beneath the waves
without a sirens song?

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