Ebbing water traces a path to my throat.
Rests, taunts, beckons fear.
Hands rise up, gnarled tree roots clawing at my face.
I am silently overwhelmed.
Merciless current renders me paralysed; stifled.
Caught on on the bough that could not weather the storm.
Sorrow assails with a vulture's precision;
Relentless pecking from the inside,
My dreams are forsaken, rippling echoes; a mishap of time.
The water's reflection beguiles those not yet trapped.
I linger with a futile longing.