Dark water
Rushes past me
I, a shining rock
Nestled at the bottom
Claustrophobia strikes
A vague sun
Rippling above
Seeems as if
Nobody minds
That we are stuck
That the fish
Cruelly glide by
And I gaze about
Wondering
If anyone will
Gather me up
And skip me across the surface.
YOU ARE READING
Meandering Thoughts
PoetryMy very first book of poetry throughout which a handful of thoughts are tossed, and even crafted, onto the page. I'll update regularly. Here's hoping it's a good one.
