Gulp!

Always looking down
with parched throat,
Hoping to see
or not to see
What lurks at the bottom

Gulp!
Down goes a mouthful
of saliva
And my mouth is still dry.
What is down there?

Clear was yesterday,
Nothing at the bottom.
The day before,
brown and murky.
Still Nothing

Today just black
and neat,
Ice only makes it
cloudy and unclear.

I count seventy-two.
Why can I hear
the sound of my own 
HEART,
Yet
I can never see
What is at the very
BOTTOM...