underatedpessimism

Poetry saved my life,I had sunken to the bottom of a sea bed,Weighed down by my strife. All the other fish swam past me.Some didn't notice,Some didn't care,To carry out a good deed.But poetry did.And it pulled me up. Back then, I used to hate water,But poetry taught me how to swim.It taught me how to use my fins.And hour by hour.day by day.I felt life getting a bit better. Poetry's job isn't over yetthere are plenty of fish in the sea. Highest:#8 in rising #62 in Poetry 1st in Phoenix Wars Poetry - if you ever need anyone to talk to, p.m me any time Im a good listener :)…