I see you,
I see you true
in your desperation.

I see the surface
and the ripples underneath.

I see you fighting
the silent pain of belief.

And the anger swells,
and the anger bubbles
for release.

I see you struggling
to lift your hands in the water;
above the rushing
and the swirling beneath.

Do you want me to
take your hand?

I see you,
I see all of you,
dying in the flood.

28/11/2016