By jenn (wardenchick@yahoo.com)
Date: 15 February 1999

Pool of Pity

I play in this 
pool of pity,
splashing about,
not caring if I
get others wet.
Then the water 
becomes too deep,
and my eyes
begin to sting,
and my chest hurts,
and my stomach aches.
With no one left
to throw me a rope
(because I'd soaked 
them once too often)
I realize I must 
find the ladder
and get out of
the deep end
before the water
begins to roll
and I am submerged 
in my own tidal wave.