It tingels on my naked skin,
A wave follows slowly the other
My eyes are tied on the spray
and my lungs miserably smother
The coldness of the lethal liquid,
I am paralysed from all those fetters
They let me slump to the seabed
I decide that drowning better's
I bump hard into the brief edge of dying
and notice only the shaking of my hands
and for salvation I am exhausted applying
It accomplishes the desire I demand
B.A.
YOU ARE READING
A Bleak Puddle
PoetryStories, my heart tells camouflaged as poems Maybe you somehow understand And I hope you get inspired Or that you feel understood And that I can possibly save you Or that I get to help you in any other way B.A.
