Sinking

by | Feb 4, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

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sinking

Sinking,
like a boat on troubled
waters, on a dark December’s night,
I cry.

Hollow chest awakened,
flooded with blue.
Sinking,
Ice cold snowflakes
fall on the window pane.

Sinking,
on a dark December’s night.

Written by Emma-Jane Barlow

 Emma-Jane Barlow is a 30 year-old author, poet, writer and autism advocate from the UK. She has been writing poetry since the age of seven and finds comfort in writing about her life experiences. She has two published books and is currently working on a third.

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