Drowning
catch myself slipping below the watery depths,
liquid fills my mouth and stings my open eyes,
the stale taste of panic clings to my pores, and
the frozen sight of familiarity plans my goodbye...
reach out to help the one known as suffering,
and feel my body cave deeper below, as this
one in pain thrashes about, it's slowly killing me,
the more good I plan, the worse things go...
and as I'm slowly spiraling ever downward,
part of me can't help but watch from far away,
speechless though terrified, resting paralyzed,
witnessing myself sinking amidst the perpetual gray...
returned now as the victim, I try to call for help,
only defeat sets in, as water pours out of my parted lips,
rafts all around but my hands too weak to reach them,
instead I continue my descent as a drowning ship...
(I fear I will continue my descent, on this drowning trip)
-S.M.
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Very nice, I could feel the wrods...
Good imagination!
Hi, you have obviously never drowned, but your words really capture the terror and feelings of what it's probably like. Reading your poem filled me dread. Well-done! As for me, I'm staying on land for a while!
Regards,
Night-Flyer
drowned symbolically, though...
so glad you felt the realism there... as I know I was really feeling the desperation of my head 'going under' in symbolic terms, anyway... so, thanks so much for the feedback and the buddy add, you're my first one... and , yeah, I would recommend land for a while, it's a lot more fun! :)