Softly…,
slowly…,
sinking…,
down, down, down,
into the marsh I go.
Enveloping…,
engrossing…,
encompassing…,
down, down, down,
it slowly pulls me in.
Pulling…,
lulling…,
rolling…,
down, down, down,
drifting quietly to slumper.
Hoping…
joking…
floating…
down, down, down.
Never to wake again.
*I’m not exactly sure why I wrote this poem. I was not feeling the kinds of feels that the poem expresses. I just felt like writing it for some reason. Anyways it was a short little guy that I think turned out well. I’m going to tackle something a little more confining this week. My poems to date have been all freeform, or have not intentionally been in a structure beyond my own devising. This week I’m going to start branching out into more regular forms of poetry.
