A cool wetness met my feet.
It crept up to my knees.
And pass my waist.
I should panic, now
As the fluid covered my
Shoulders.
I hopelessly shivered and remembered death is
the loneliest soul Waiting for company.
Then I began to swim back from the deepest
End.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fear is a bunch of sinister shadows. A shadow has no substance, it's usually a magnified reflection of something small, that's why upon facing fear squarely, we usually find it inconsequential. In the poem, you aptly captured the panicking state of mind of one about to drown. Lovely indeed.