Best Losswater Poems
I feel I’ve reached the age when
I start to see others fading away
The old get ill
The young get old
It’s as if I’m trying to
Grip water with my bare hands
No matter how hard I try,
It pours out and leaves
A transparent stain on my skin
My grandmother’s voice is frail and distant
My grandfather’s eyes have sagged
His pride seems weakened
These people whom I have come to love
Not because they are family but because they have earned my love
They carry with them the only feeling of home
That I’ve ever felt…
My only sense of belonging
What happens when I lose that?
What happens when I don’t have anyone to remind me of who I am?
Or where I come from?
Or what I stand for?
What happens when I find myself homeless and alone?
With nothing but a distant memory
Like drops of water on my hands
To remind me of the River I once swam in...
The teenager sensed a flare of hope
as she tried to cope,
for a moment it overcame the fear
that had been a constant,
as she remembered how she took that dare,
and fell into the lake,
drowning was no mistake,
she prayed for a savior, for Heaven’s sake,
but none came, sadly, crying shame,
however, there was no hint of denial,
or anger towards God,
as she sunk deeper almost a mile,
the water forced its way down her lungs,
the fear flooded back,
smothering her and turning it into despair,
the water continued its attack,
and that was an assault she couldn’t hear,
closing her eyes,
she knew life and death had similar ties,
she was silent for several seconds,
despite the battle raging within her
between life and death,
then the glimmer grew dimmer,
and the light became the night,
lonely wet sighs,
and then the teenager dies.