trapped, where every breath is a question
every answer is silence
every portion is not-quite-half
push and sink through the morass
the blood is blue and the water is black
bubb bubb a bubb, dubb a bubb dubb bubb
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
trapped, where every breath is a question
every answer is silence
every portion is not-quite-half
push and sink through the morass
the blood is blue and the water is black
bubb bubb a bubb, dubb a bubb dubb bubb
Great poem. I particularly like the unexpected rhyme and half-rhyme: half, morass, black. With the rhythm you set up, it’s perfect.