Mind of its own – A Poem

Flames above, I enter the water below. Gasping for breath, crying when I have it. Grasping an old wood bridge, cover from hellfire all ‘round. Children, flesh of my flesh, cling to each other like living life rafts, coughing stagnant water. I used to sit here, used to fish on clear, sweet days, but the … Continue reading Mind of its own – A Poem