Drowning of the Keen

Hayden Strawbridge

• Footsteps that used to soar
• Now broken and faded by the front door
• The door handle wouldn’t turn
• All the excitement and belief was trapped and about to burn
• I used to try but these days I just cry
• Eager actions turned to cynical words
• Pure passion filled determination decays to blind aggression
• How can we unite if everyone is fighting a slightly different fight?
• The water rises as our energy fades like the light
• The manic splashes of the naive turn to the stillness of the bereaved
• The drowning of the keen