It’s the first of the month and we know whatever that means! Poets, Choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you!
This week I chose a simple Etheree.
My shoulders bend
Dragging me under
With fear in tidal waves
Blindly I search but in vain
The answer is hidden from me
One foot after the other deeper
Caught up in the quagmire, under pressure.