Tepid Pool

I found this old poem of mine that I saved under Google Docs. I was a different man back then. I thought I’d share it.

Sorrow. Dred. Fear. Panic.
I hear howling… screaming…
Icy cold claws grab at me,
Scratching, cutting, crushing me.
Can’t stand the pain, the noise!
A sudden whoosh and spray of bubbles,
In the depths of murky waters.
Here it is tepid, out there is cold.
I swim through the bubbles swirling all around,
No sense of direction, cannot find the surface,
Swimming faster left and right,
Up and down, I can not breath,
I’ll surely drown – HELP ME!!
Then it hits me…
My memory…
No need to panic, no need for fright,
This place is sanctuary!
I had forgotten that.
I turned this place into my prison.
Remembering now I relax,
Aimlessly floating through the darkness,
I feel the bubbles all around me,
Sliding along my naked flesh,
Running all over me,
It makes me shiver with delight.
How could I forget this joy?
Of my tepid pool of floating water.

Tepid Pool

jeilaud

Bakewell, Australia

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A sudden whoosh and spray of bubbles,
In the depths of murky waters.
Here it is tepid, out there is cold.

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