Cold Water

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The shock of the fall.

Cover image: Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash.

Cold Water

I stood on the edge

and stared down,

looking for the bottom,

when suddenly I found my feet

slipping away from me

leaving me...

falling.

The water reached up

and its cold fingers embraced me,

pulling me under the surface

as the sudden chill

steals my breath.

Shut down and in shock

I can do no more than...

sink...

like a stone

or a concrete block

until some kind of primal

preservation kicks in.

Seeking light,

struggling up to the surface

with arms and legs pushing and pulling

while my lungs keep on telling me to...

breathe...

I finally make it back to land.

My skin is now a shade of blue

and I cannot picture a moment

when I’ll feel any kind of warmth again.

 

 

 

 


Submitted: October 30, 2020

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Mike S.

I'm cold just reading this excellent poem, Hull

Fri, October 30th, 2020 6:17pm

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Thanks, Mike.

Sun, November 1st, 2020 3:26am

KatV

Scary poem! I remember being pulled under an ocean wave once when I was about 9 or 10 years old. It scared the life out of me; I thought I would drown. Your poem took me back to that moment. Another great one! Write On!

Fri, October 30th, 2020 9:29pm

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Thank you so much!

Sun, November 1st, 2020 3:24am

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