Asphyxiation

The acid is eating away at the blocks
I placed between emotions and my ability
To release the moisture creeping.
I breathe through my nose and hope
For a second wind in all the strength
I've been using just trying to be "okay".

I've held myself so far behind in hopes
For some healing from all the damage I've
So ridiculously caused unto myself.
Another day goes by and I drift further
Down the stream I'm trying so hard
To swim up, I can't catch my breath.

My mattress has lost the comfort it
So kindly used to offer me in times of
Need and pleasant dreams.
Nightmares claw at the bags beneath
My eyes dramatizing them to new depths,
I just want to feel alright.

Will I ever rise from this?
I've beaten myself six feet
Further down than I've
Ever Been before.
I'm lost and wondering,
Will I ever feel alright.

 

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

You'll be OK. This poem is awesome--I love the line of beating yourself 6 feet further down; I thought that was eloquent in its simplicity, 'cause the meaning of it can't be misinterpreted, yet it seems almost flippant if you say it casually. It's a line you have to listen to again to catch the meaning of. This poem is really cool :)

[shultzfeather]

you capture a chord and I feel like helping, nice poetry