A response to poetry

Dear poet, I have so enjoyed your poem:

Drowning

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Running through the tunnel, afraid of my own shadow

I can’t breath  this place is dark and  so narrow.

I hear the river on the other side of the wall

She is whispering  and to me I hear her call.

She’s after me I know, if I trip she’ll catch me as I fall.

She is flowing , flowing  her powers growing, growing

Fingers rippling , rippling reaching out for me

Please don’t let her catch hold of me or I shall never again be free.

The Devil Weeps

Rivers of blood
Shed
Angel’s tears,
The Winged One weeps,
The Devil fears:
What we have made sweeps
Across this earthly hell,
Far more devilry
Than the Devil could compel.