The river runs through me like blood through my veins. The water as swift as an eagle soring through sky, white water washing me away like a dream I've never had.
As I pass through rocks and fish between my legs I feel helpless, as I drowned sinking deeper and deeper, feeling no pain, I wish I hadn't fallen from that tree hanging over the water that blinds me .
As it shines, I'm curious of what's beneath these dark waters, making me feel a fright.
I come to the surface gasping for air- the one thing I need... but fish not dare, for they have gills... and need no air.
I wish I was fish. Then,
I would beware of these dark waters that run through my veins.
I like this one. your writing is very raw, deep and heartfelt. the last line is my favorite, but I have to say, I first read it as, "Then, I would 'be aware' of these dark waters that run through my veins," because initially the speaker is afraid in the water (and would 'beware' it), and it seems that by wishing he were a fish, he is wishing to know "what's beneath [those] deep waters", to 'be aware' of it, and thus, not be as afraid of what lurks there; in the darkness within him (in his veins).
ReplyDeletejust a few thoughts your writing evoked :)