Caedes
A figure slips beneath the waves
Sinking in its icy depths.
No regret, no remorse
Cold hearted, closed off.
Watching with cold eyes, waiting
Just to be sure.
An eternity later, or so it seems
Certain the job is done.
A faint cry of a crow in the distance
And at last the bubbles end.
Nothing, no relief
Just a cold indifference.












Comments
You are incredibly good at analyzing my poems, and nothing seems to escape your grip! I am glad you like it too, I liked it alright!
Thanks for your input, greatly appreciated!
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