Where were you then?
It's a selfish, self seeking, self important question,
But it crosses his mind
Time after time,
Like a chorus repeating
Line after line.

Choirs watched while he was drowning,
Fighting and gaping for air
his hand reached out for help,
But they swiped it away saying,
"It's an ocean of his own making."

Words echoed in his head as waves broke,
As bubbles of his last breath were escaping.
His lungs burned,
Filling with water
As he sank below the blue
To murky dark depths below.

It was there he found a treasure
Anchored alone in a water grave.
It was there the whole time
Waiting to be found.

When westerly winds died down
And high tide slowly turned,
He returned from the sea
Dragging a heavy chain.

Where were you then?
He feel to his knees exhausted,
Yet still tugging the rusted links.
A curious crowd gathered to watch,
Sea gulls cawed in anticipation,
Strangers stepped forward helping pull the load,
But where were you then?

After an eternity it emerged
Exposing a forgotten treasure to the world.
Finally, you stepped out of the crowd
With open arms out to embrace,
But he didn't recognize you.
It's funny what drowning does to memories,
"I don't know you." He said.



Thanks for the comments and thoughts

Nice .

A moving read.

Genius!

love this

agree