Sitting within the deep waters of the sea,
I can see you degrading, getting caught in
time, understanding which ain’t my cup of tea,
I know you want to get rid of your past sin.
You wait for someone to come, pay no pity
but that being must treat you with that dignity-
respect you long for, I know you do want bliss,
Oh the mighty city of the Atlantis.
1. Poem is comprised of 8 eleven-syllable lines, usually one stanza.
2. General rhyme scheme- ababccdd