Thread: Body of water

The tide comes in
bringing the coldness
don't know where it comes from
already numb

Breathe
my air
out my mouth

Ice on the surface now
how long until it's frozen through?
gray until white horizon
I wait for it all to turn
Whiteness expanding like slow disease,
sepsis in blood, poisoning systems one by one until
collective failure

slipping through my fingertips and out
my peace, my prize emptying like a slow leak
so full-
abruptly empty, dry.

The tide comes in
Wave by wave
closer to absolution
I pray for this

Examining, and in some cases imagining, one's final moments is always intriguing. One adjustment I'd make, which is purely mechanical, would be to split up S3 into two different ones, into something like:

Ice on the surface now
how long until it's frozen through?
gray until white horizon
I wait for it all to turn

Whiteness expanding like slow disease,
sepsis in blood,
poisoning systems one by one until
collective failure

Overall, I enjoyed it. Thanks for posting.

Enjoyed your poem Leah
Regards Richard

I liked the rhythm of it, (though the 'Breathe air out my mouth' part seemed a bit weird).