Poem For The Day | Arthritis Information

Dead In The Water

I remember the last time,
the spray that caught me in total surprise,
the salt water taste that lingered there.

I recall the ocean's tantrum,

whipping my face,
tangling my hair,
forcing me under,
leaving me there,
alone.

I am dead in the water,

without a bouy,
too sail me away,
keep me afloat.

I reached for the illusive hand,

before the submersion,
only to miss it by a moment,
I can't replace.

I float endlessly beneath the surf,

still searching for the hand,
to pull me from the depths.

I drift but I feel you still,

dead in the water,
beside me,

we entwine as seaweed,

sinking further,

forever under,

there is love.

Cinda
You are so talented with words. Thanks for sharing your poems with us.You are so welcome Miami! Hope no one gets tired of these.I never will!!

Me too, WTG!