A new poem (Metaphor)
He falls
Into the icy water
As it moves
So rapidly
Impossible for him to survive.
Time seemed to move,
At a much slower pace,
As he fell from the edge,
So far down,
To the water.
Like a video,
Stopping for a long moment,
As each frame passed.
And then,
Like a reaction of a chain,
Being whipped about,
I followed.
Falling,
Far and fast,
Yet slow and peacefully.
So terrified,
Waiting for the icy chill,
Of the water's rapid movement,
To tear me away,
From the life I knew.
As he and I hit the water,
We seem to be absorbed into it,
Become one with it,
And its icy chill becomes part of us.
Impossible to survive.
By David Worley
Author's note: This post was not meant to frighten you. It is not symbolic to my current emotional state. It is a metaphor. Of life, and of death. Life is the time between the fall, and the water. Death, is the absorption into the water.
Why did I write in the first person narrative? I don't know.
Why did I include another subject in the poem? I don't know that either.
I am simply writing, a metaphor, for life, and death, and the randomnity of it.
Is randomnity a word? No. But I made it one anyway.
Thank you and goodnight.
-David
