The Dead Pool
Slowly sinking
Maelstrom of dark water swirls,
Eddies and sucks me down,
Down I go
Grasping at slimy swaying weed,
Air escaping from bursting lungs.
Life trapped inside tiny bubbles
ebbing away.
Maelstrom of dark water swirls,
Eddies and sucks me down,
Down I go
Grasping at slimy swaying weed,
Air escaping from bursting lungs.
Life trapped inside tiny bubbles
ebbing away.
1 Comments:
At 8:13 pm,
Anonymous said…
Sandra...This poem is so like William Waterhouse's painting of "Ophelia" from Hamlet..much depth and feeling....Bonnie
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