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The Anchor
It was an ordinary day
Spent at the beach
The tingle of the cold sea spray
And the sound of laughing children
Headed into the water
Was a man unnoticed
Alongside him stood his daughter
Eager for a swim
This was the last stop on their trip
Before going home
Time for one last dip
Before they go
They had had a long day
Full of excitement and fun
But as the sun faded away
The memories stayed fresh in their minds
There was the necklace of pearls
The girl gave to her mother
But as the water swirled
The memory seemed to fade away
The father thinks of the rose
He gave to his wife before leaving home
He had used one to propose
Ten years ago to this day
But look a bit closer
Something just isn’t right
They’re moving a lot slower
Than others of their size
Thunk, thunk, goes the weight at their feet
Dragging behind them
Their steps just slightly offbeat
Their footprints lingering in the sand
Less and less sun above their heads
Deeper and deeper
Into the sea they tread
While the sun sets further into the sea
They’re in over their heads
Their weight dragging them down
It’s a weight made of lead
Like an anchor to a boat
But look a bit closer
Something just isn’t right
Give the shape of the anchor a once over
And you’ll notice it’s quite unique
This anchor leaves scars
On any vessel it’s tied to
The anchor is shaped like a star
A star with six points
Holding their breaths
Deeper and deeper
Dragged down to the depths
Closer to the gatekeeper of the heavens
Like a broken clock
Their heartbeats seem to stop
Tick tock, tick tock
Two lives worth of seconds off the clock
The daughter thinks of the sweets
Still left uneaten on the shore
The fruit she’ll never get to eat
As the water drowns her lungs
All the man sees now is the red of his daughter’s dress
Or was it the blood of his relatives
That was making such a mess
Of the once clear water
It wasn’t their fault
That their star turned into an anchor
While their lungs filled with salt
Their devotion to their faith remained
Their anchors dragged them down
To the doors of heaven
And with nothing but each other around
They descended into darkness
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