1:15

on the shallow waters of my river
i float dumbfounded,
but even in such waters
my soul must struggle,
for it must sink ever so deeply
beyond my reach
towards uncertain depths;
only to discover that in my sorrow
my waters are never shallow.


3:00

the truthful confessions of a reflection
tell me not all lakes are calm,
not those fed by the waters of despair.
glassy surface,
its placid countenance belies inner whirlpools
that tear apart a destitute heart.