Whirlpool of Fate, Siren Grasp of Quicksand

I forget what form of poetry this is (wrote it for English class a while back.) Swallow within your own, Panic! Wriggling in its strong grasp, Suffering! Subdued beneath its murk, Frantic! Twitching weakly with hope, Flickering!... Peacefully captive lost soul, Unspoken… Recalling events long past, Ebbing… Neglected feelings pour out, Broken . © Samir Georges 2007