May 2015
Swimming against the stream.
The waters have a malicious gleam.
I let out a frustrated scream.
As I am pulled downstream.
But then I wake up and realize, it was just a dream.
The waters have a malicious gleam.
I let out a frustrated scream.
As I am pulled downstream.
But then I wake up and realize, it was just a dream.
I wanted to write a poem about water for some reason. This was what popped into my head.
