Pools

I thought I was finished, but still the waves
Distant me from the shore.
Drifting, drowning, I reach for stars,
But find more water.

Sometimes I don’t care,
And that is the worst.
I sift through emotions that flit like insects
Between the bloody leaves.

We all delve into pools,
And hope to never find the bottom.
The murky, mucky depths
Are the threads of fantasy.

I think I’m done, but I know again
The waves will call me back.
And though I struggle, something older,
More powerful will win.