Current's Pull
Against the current; frantically
fighting its pull
pushing arms - losing strength
relaxed as thoughts drift
to her
yellow ribbons curling,
tangling
bare limbs; flowing red
locks, intertwined around
his little finger;
cold; numb of feel
lungs gasping for lips
full and pink upon his
lifeless green eyes - begging
him to come
home
Copyright © Regina Branham | Year Posted 2009
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