Fingers caress the still, silky pond
Cold waters chill as senses respond
Soft ripples flow and synchronise
Thoughts in mind that crystallise
Heavy heart, through cold submerge
As mind and body demand upsurge
Immersed beneath the bitter mass
Where ripples die, replaced by glass
Lungs beating hard in rhythm with pulse
Minds inner battle against natural impulse
The seconds pass like darkened years
No time for sadness, no time for tears
At last this beating heart subsides
A peace unknown, that death provides.
Copyright Brian Peza Perrins 2010
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