The Poetry Vault

I posted a little poetry a while back. I think I'm going to post some more stuff from the vault just to remind myself that I should write more poetry. Sometimes it won't be poetry, sometimes it will be prose.

So, this one is almost ten years old. It's really fun for me to revisit these. What a psychological experiment. I'm in a different state of mind now. I think now I perceive that I have much more control over what is going on - it's a consequence of getting older.

But I still see
And I feel wet
Wetter
Wetter
Drowning
And it fills me
Coursing into me
It rushes into me
Poison
Not yet
Soon
Poison
Stop pulling
Stay away
Push
Push
But it hurts
For now
For ever?
Nothing
Never
It feeds me too
It feeds me too!
I see it now!
It feeds me too!
And I lose.