The water spreads,
the worry grows
he didn't make it
don't you know?

No I didn't
I say in ill reply
But those words
were not uttered outloud.
Only worded
In my head.

I fall, into a dark pit.
Loathing those around me
and maybe those who don't deserve it.

But everyone deserves it
more or less.

Everyone gets the same from me
and that is what I think is best.

Over and over again
I'm plagued by the image
of him drowning
of him trying to gasp
the air above him.
Again I'm troubled by his face
in my forever lasting dreams
will I ever escape

The horror
of seeing him drown?