{"sf1_id":647188,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Underwater Defender","author":"Ephemeral_Dreams","words":344,"posted_at":"2014-01-11T19:02:00.000Z","tags":["Could be a song!","Depressing","M/solo","No-Yiff","Poetry","Rhymes (kind of)"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/647188-underwater-defender","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/647188","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=647188\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Something I wrote with my new and (not so) shiny phone on my car ride back to Kansas from Wisconsin. Legs were crampy. But... I think I did well, though I can never be satisfied with anything I write...Just never feels like I've got the entireity of my emotions at the time into it.","content":"Underwater defender\n\nBy ephemeral\\_dreams\n\n  \n  \n\nSlicing through the night, floundering with no might\n\nSplicing through my emotions, wandering with no sight\n\nMistakes long forgotten but never forgiven for.\n\nLakes long polluted but never frozen solid\n\n  \n\nThe ants residing upon the hill, drying the lands unto absolute nill.\n\nBlind to the path with dark storms of the past just above .\n\nThe llints clogging the chill, crying til my hands turn the resolute mill.\n\nBehind each breath with cut, torn chest ever naive.\n\n  \n\nThe forecast is unknown, yet the rain never ceases.\n\nSunrise something to yearn for, yet something yet to learn of.\n\nThe past so well-known, yet the cane never misses.\n\nSunlight nothing to long for, yet something not to scorn at.\n\n  \n\nWhich was the wrong turn, the missed exit.\n\nWas there even one, a hasty missive.\n\nWhere was the sign, to this path so hectic\n\nWhy oh why was there a road, to this accursed oblivion.\n\n  \n\nMisfortune following potholes, livelihood destroyed and more at stake\n\nHeld out for so long, alas the bridge crumbles.\n\nSoldier of fortune following wind that blows, his small unit disbanded and most in underground chests\n\nHold out no longer, at last his rage crackles.\n\n  \n\nBlaming no one but himself, his carcinogenic tendencies.\n\nClaiming nothing to himself, his evangelic tendencies\n\nHis brother had failed him, but he took the scar.\n\nHis mother had hailed him, but he shook off his tears\n\n  \n\nEvanescent dreams fly away, as my logical mind deduce away.\n\nScreams of lost goals, streams of costly coal.\n\nThe candle burns with light, fueled by my soul's fright\n\nWho takes the blame, when my life is aflame.\n\n  \n\nWould there be a way out, an exit to heaven.\n\nCould there be a road about, a path unforgiven.\n\nSuppose I shall endure the gale, the unending masses pelting away\n\nOppose I shall under the gate, the unforgiving gases melting me away\n\nTil my bones be dust and be nourishment for the rest.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \n  \n\nComments and criticisms are appreciated.\n\nPlease do not distribute, copy or republish without express consent from the author.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}