My Wet Malady
I stare from shadows on my balcony
at the view of my pool's inactivity.
Moments of festering ill-intended desire
stoke my mind like a grand cold pyre.
Thoughts of vaulting the railing to disquiet
The peaceful ripples, stilling my mind's riot.
Murky depths allured me more than it have should;
Regret floods, as my balcony is gone for good.