A Victorian Poem
By: E. M. Perkovic
The cold water callssilent
Still the water flowsevermore
Beckoning me to lose control
Treeswith roots like deaths hands
Motion to mein the wind
Step by StepIm drawn in
I have always seen-beauty in disaster;
The calm-Before the storm,
The destruction-There after.
I have never seen-the light in someones eyes;
As they catch a glimpse-of someone they love,
All I see when I look in their eyesis their demise.