Sinking in a Storm of Darkness

            When Sara Nelson came up last Thursday we were given a poetry assignment to work on. I have been playing around with it, and I am still revising this poem, but these are the results so far.

-Lucia

Sinking in a Storm of Darkness

The oars on the boat rowed

as if they were swimming.

I stared at the water

as it rippled restlessly.

I watched the reflection

of clouds the on the water.

Slowly, the darkness crept up

like a lion stalking its prey.

The wind blew against my back,

sending a chill down my spine.

The leaves fell slowly down

onto the frosty fall ground.

The thin ice spread on the shore

like muscles stretched taut over bone.

The wind grew stronger, the oars

weaker.

The water became a storm in itself,

rocking the boat,

back and forth.

A flash of lightning, followed by a low grumble

threw the boat,

causing it to slam down

on the concrete-like water.

The boat was slowly filling,

slowly sinking with the weight

of the dark, heavy water.

Then, it all stopped.

All I could see was blue, red,

then black.

The water surrounding me,

forcing itself into my mouth,

throat, then lungs.

Grabbing at my body

invading my mind.

Now all was black.

Nothing was the same,

now that it was dark.

I was being pulled away,

not from the water,

from myself.

The pain was unbearable,

slowly getting stronger.

My eyes were closing.

As they did, I thought

“If I should wake before I die,

kill me.”