I floated in the mist
and clenched my bloody fist
I saw it once in a dream
it was torn and broken at the seam
down fast the water came
initiating its brutal game
the current swept me away
I tumbled in the fray
water ran down my throat
as I struggled to stay afloat
torn and broken at the seam
it was a hell of a dream
I clenched my bloody fist
and remembered floating in the mist ~
Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield
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