The Water Rises Poem by greg richardson
The Water Rises
the water falls
and I weep
as I am tossed
be gentle with me waves
I have a long way to go
before I can escape the sea
be gentle with me
when the water pushes
me toward the sky
I feel as though
I will find land
then the backwash comes
and I'm choking in the depths
I survive on breaths
gasped in the rising swells
and live on stale air
in quivering lungs
as I plunge
As if to Hell.
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