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