Flood
she exists underwater
submerged in woe
each breath a battle
of gasps and drowning
eyes jammed wide open
unable to see through
dense murky sludge
treacherous currents
mind racing
heart pounding
limbs trashing
such a shame
she was never
taught to swim
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” eyes jammed wide open/unable to see ”
“She was never/taught to swim”
Oh.
Distressing
Sigh. Haunting vignette of a poem.
you give the panic
(such a shame)
of never being taught
to swim
Yes, swimming is a live skill. Literally and figuratively!
“she exists underwater” The poem is noisy with movement. Well done!
What an ending!