Aquaphobia Poem by Brian 'Peza' Perrins

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