The Water

The feeling of drowning.

Holding only a face above

the inky black water.

Cold seeping into bones.

A mouthful of water.

Choking on sorrow.

When will help come?

Remember the dock

Where I once sat,

with company, with friends.

Occasionally fall in, pushed in.

Climb out, fall in. Climb out, fall in again.

Pushed one two many times

And I float off, can't swim back.

When will help come?

A boat! A friend? Help?

Closer... Help me!

Face draws near...

Hand pushes me under.

Drowning. 

Cold.

Sorrow. 

The hand does not release.

Help did not come.