samantha mathura
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Depths Of My Imagination
by Samantha Mathura
Looking up the sky is being over turned by her light,
She’s fighting her way in as you see cracks in the cloudy sky.
A veil shines down to cover the cold water.
We’re almost there, the end is near,
Hear the sounds of the water rushing by; it’s taking me with it.
No running away, no turning back,
This is where the end begins,
Redemption of my soul as the boat is over turned.
There is that moment, when your mind is clear,
For that very moment nothing else matters not even the fact that you’re falling.
Not even the thought that this very moment is going to be your last.
As I sail to the ends of my imagination, I’m free to fly as I’m also free to fall.
Here in the darkest parts of my mind the coldness is as ice,
The dark is as a sunless sky.
My imagination will always grow of darkness,
But in the skies I imagine the moon will always mother my darkest deepest thoughts
And so in my imagination I’m falling off the edge...the edge of my mind.