Caprice

[just mercedes]

Hi, and welcome! Your poem deals with comparing life and death, and seems to say that we have a choice in the matter. I suppose a person playing at suicide could make a choice but for most I don't think death waits until we want it to arrive.

Moonlight moves the ocean good image, good sounds
Lights up, circumstantial not sure what is happening here
I want to walk on water
I will walk, I will

I will sink
Darkness hits like a blow? This didn't work for me
I spin around and I don't know
What is up and what is down? Where is?

So this is life
And this is death
At the same time, right now
I have to make a choice somehow the rhyme was unexpected but good

I don't know, I don't, I don't This links back to the first stanza, echoing the form; a neat circularity