The Fear

I think I'm falling,
It hurts
It's hazy and stuffy too
Like the infamous old hag
Sitting on my chest
Titch! Itch!
And gravity is not friendly.

In a nutshell

The Lake

I would love to see a frozen lake

Any body of water, congealed

Just so I could break the surface

And fall through

Meet the deathly warmth

That will greet me;

The hypothermic oblivion

Into which I am ushered,

Not needing again.

Sheer novelty shed for peace

Which the water gives

Oxygen: a half of the formula

That which kills you

Gives you life altogether

It is solid and interesting

At the top to disguise

Its inadequacy beneath

Likewise a boy

Interesting specimen to observe

And behold on the outside

Thus disguising the empty

Shallowness within

Like oxygen again

Without which we could not

Make life.