floodgates

its a silly suffering

to willingly wade from

the shallow waters

out into the deep

there’s torture in each step

but determination to take the

next and the next and the next,

water rising from chest to chin

a madman’s chortle,

a lunatic’s intensive gaze

as water covers the mouth

covers the nose

and then, submerged

the floodgates open,

the body exhales as the

water rushes in,

tranquility restrains violence

fading away with a smile

everything else

is silent

(unknown internet source)