I want to weight myself in the water
And watch the nights get shorter
As the temperature drops,
And the surface freezes over
I've been cold before
And I've always had a sweater
But thank god in this deep water
If I struggle I'll just get wetter
I hope that I live long enough
To feel the ice close in
Surrounded, encased,
The best I've ever been
I won't miss the warmth
And I will not want it back
The ice will fill my heart
Every tear and every crack
I will watch the world above me
Looking up through a surface so clear
The snow falling down like teardrops
Will remind me why I'm here
In the spring they will find me
Skin pale and lips so blue
But what I hope they understand is
I did this because of you
YOU ARE READING
In The Eye
PoetrySort of like a portfolio, sort of like an autobiography, sort of like a book of poetry and short stories. Well, actually it's all of those things.