Whirlpool Poem by Javier Falcon

I do not know what you want exactly
as you drag me into your frigid depths,
spinning me round and round into darkness,
taking everything from me, all my breaths.

As when I look up I still see a glimmer of light,
something I struggle for and just makes me fight,
that last bit of hope we keep in the night,
that one dream that makes us feel warm and bright,
taking me back to where I jumped, that mighty height,
maybe everything would have been alright.

But there is no turning back now from here
As I am already caught in your unforgiving grasp
slowly starting to fade away I can only help but wonder
what if I wouldn't have thrown myself into your clasp.