You?re Mine
Topic: Poetry
Like a mine, you?re floating
Tangled in my seaweed
Masked and misshapen, lurking
In a mesh of brown and green
And when I break my alibi?

So there's no movement possible
There's no possible movement
Floating with this dark reminder
So close, but I must never touch
This bleak omen, of what I'll do
Of what I'll accept
Of how low I'll go
How deep
Into iron and rust and saltwater below

Death wrapped in life and tied up in string
So like a prisoner, yet really the king
Triggers on all sides and a vicious temper
I'd best not touch you
I'd best let you fester

? Ben Noz Urbina 2004