Held Me Under

Through all the deep, still, water
I still see that face,
I still see those eyes,
I still see those arms,
that hold me under.

Or am I holding her under?
Or are we both under water?
Yet through all the deep, still, water
We fall, locked, in a battle of wills.
Each striving to drown the other
In love or water.
I still love that face,
I still love those eyes,
I still love those arms,
that hold me under.

But then I find that wrathful embrace
Is not of love
I see confusion in that face
I see bewilderment in those eyes
I know infidelity in those arms,
that hold me under.

So now I end this broken embrace,
Swimming to the surface
Through the wavy reflection
Looking down
I see the other in her arms
I see the naivety in her eyes
I feel the anger on my face,
as I look at who held me under.


This poem has some significance, but other stuff in there is kinda filler. I leave it to you to figure out what is what.