stagnant

reflection.

i am

stagnant water--

in a dark cove,

surrounded by ancient, wise guardians,

waiting under rolling waves of fog,

nestled between years of fallen foliage.

i am 

dark and murky,

still waters covered in a blanket of green

--a blanket thick and deep,

a shroud stitched of decay.

i do not know

how far the waters go

--nor am i willing to try.

the heavy stench of murkiness

pervades my body

and i am unwilling to take a chance.

i am

more still than the earth,

more sheltered than a child;

i am

darkness liquefied,

death materialized;

if you fall in, you may never come out.

nothing stirs,

nothing moves,

anything that may come will be lost--

drowned--

gone--

taken by 

still, 

murky, 

stagnant waters.

Author's Note

bleh