water

children’s laughter
knocks on my window.
i have no time for play.

in my bosom
cradling aborted dreams.
longing for death.

the sea knows secrets
of the beginning of man
davy jones’ locker.

the small minded
with myopic vision.
seeking eyes for eyes.

big bear of despair
stuck in his mighty clutches.
gasping for hope.

cold to the bone.
heart as cold as black stone.
winter’s icy clutch.