Floating
By Chase Robbins
12th Grade
Floating
There are some thoughts
That, once realized,
Cannot be reconciled,
They linger in your
Consciousness as a discharge of
Copious desperation---
This dissension of thought
Can never be tranquilized;
Bottles of cheerful blue
Collaborators will slither
Pass your mucus mire,
Sloshing like a viper into the
Precepts of your mirky mind,
And the black roots of the ache
You conspired against will plume
From gut-rot desires,
Your feigned resistance squelches
In a spinning screech. . .
But, as hard as it is,
You will live,
Risen from a drowned cask
With stained feathers,
That must be preened
In the waning echoes of a passing century.