I try to resist,
Haunted by those eyes;
I close mine and recall them vividly;
The rich, vast eyes that welcome me in,
Only to realize I’m not a good swimmer,
I'm not a strong swimmer,
Currents pull me further from shore as waves crash down upon me plunging me under,
I drowned in them.
a poem by D. Wyn. Price, All Rights Reserved, 2019.