Water's Poem by Debbie Kingsmill

The pain you caused is with me, almost every day.
When will I let the waters, wash it all away.

The waters not so beautiful, as the hurricane blows in.
Its like the anger in my soul, at what you did back then.

The water is forever, as it laps up on the shore.
The waves just like my pain, goes on forever more.

Today I thought of death, and how it might fill.
Would it be cool and calming, or hot and surreal.

Most days my lifes so painfull I'd like to slip away.
Beneth the water surface, but thank God not today.