Drowning in me.

camille

Drowning in me.

 

Wound up tight like cotton on a spool ,
Is there an end to pick, pick free.
Do you see a monster when you look at me ?
A serpent headed beast set out to destroy.
I am the saboteur- the destructive attic mouse.

You're patient- I will give you that...
Mood tempestuous as the seas, but you cannot swim.
You won't float in me .... You have no anchor ...
Down like a stone you will go .....
Down to murky depths you never did see... The depths of me...

 

 

  • Author: Camille (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2016 09:57
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 29
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

✔ Receive the ebook in seconds ✔ 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments6

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks CAMILLE a very dramatic poem ~ A "Death worse than Fate" perhaps ? I can empathise ~ I almost drowned in a Lady once but fortunately I was wearing a life jacket so I swam free ! Yours swimmingly BRIAN

  • camille

    Thanks for reading x

  • willyweed

    This is good Camille! dark and mysterious good work. ww

  • camille

    Thank you

  • Tony36

    Great write

  • camille

    Thanks so much



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.