Amber

The cool rock wall
Chills me

And I can't tell

If I'm drowning.

The slick water

Covering the face,

Moistens my hands

And smells
Like rich dirt.

I step further and further

And further,

Further,

Carefully

Making my way

Across 

The algae-covered stones.

The misty light
Reveals the particles
Of dust
Along its beam.
A drop of water
Trickles,
Endlessly
Dripping, dripping,
Dripping
Into an unforgiving
Abyss.
Slip.
Splash.
Dampened clothes
Cling
To my flesh.
Something swirls beneath
The surface.
Dark circles
Mingle with
The amber fluid.
Unfamiliar sounds
Echo, echo
Echo
Bouncing back
And forth
Between the damp
Surfaces.
There is nothing
And no end;
No end
To the damp.
No end
To the dripping
Water.
No end
To the dark
Circles
Mingled with
The amber fluid.