Worry

The twitching lure is upstream,

Never to be reached.

The current is stark,

Red eyes stinging, 

Dry throat closing,

Twisted face wet,

Drowning above water,

The childish splashing of one who's

Dull enough to think they're moving.

There's nothing to be done for it so,

Claw at arms, legs, face, rip the flesh,

Useless things anyways.