the end of the water

I had the water-hatred
Since I was born
the whirls of coolness
the bottomless abyss
the darker shades of black

We had the moisture-hatred
since we first thought
the hopeless yellings
the never ending yearning
the so called suffocation.

And through this pain and aches and suffering
I can see myself
floating right above
this darkish redish cloth

I can see myself
on the edge
of the water

A.Creative