Regel Posted January 14, 2009 Report Share Posted January 14, 2009 I see him going down and fear takes over me. I race to the waters edge two strides I am at my knee. He's out quite far perhaps too far we'll see. Let me save him lord, he's young, take me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyvern Posted January 25, 2009 Report Share Posted January 25, 2009 Good poem, Regel. I read it as a natural continuation of your previous "Depression" poem, and hope that the situation has improved for you since it was written. I like the imagery of water that you use for the poem, with the rapid rise to knee level conveying the difficulty of the situation very well. Anyway, thanks for sharing this poem here. You'll be in my thoughts. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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