RESCUED

A sunken ship
Beneath the sea
The crew is gone
Since 43.

Nothing left
To draw upon
My oxygen
Used up, all gone. 

The room is cold
Ice on the walls
I feel like snow’s 
About to fall. 

Your gown is blue
No hat or gloves
No boots or shovel
To speak of.

No chance to talk
You disappear
I hear you say
“Get out of here!”

The door’s unlocked 
I walk on through
I look around
I look for you. 

Ice on the floor
Afraid to slip
Don’t want to stumble 
Lose my grip.

No one to ask
No exit signs
Don’t want to run
Run out of time. 

No pictures, paintings
To be found
No music playing
Not a sound.

Water rising
In the hull
My ankles covered
No one to call. 

I start to worry
Wonder why
The water’s rising
I start to cry. 

An open door
Leads to the sea 
Fish coming in 
They swim toward me. 

I’m whisked away
So little hope
Pulled to safety
With a rope.

Tied securely 
Round my waist
I recognize 
A friendly face. 

No gown, or ice
A cold wet suit
I see her face
She looks like you.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

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