Breathe

May her soul hold be down for a while....

 

 

 

The sun beams grab

my shadow forcing

it to hit the sea’s floor

 

Her water ripples

trap my soul’s air

for I can not speak

 

She pleads for me

to stay and visit

never to see light

 

No air to breathe

she only lets me

listen to her cries

 

You stole my smile

I will not surface

for air today

 

My body floats

beyond my control

as the light blinds

 

Alas, there is still work to be done

 

-Breathe-

Author's Note

I actually wrote this yesterday while floating on a float in my Dad's pool....I saw my reflection while I was on the float on the bottom of the pool and the water ripples....just seemed to flow.

Reviews

[Enigma]

Whoa!! What a vivid imagination you've got. I could sense water around me all the while I read this poem. The struggle to breathe is sometimes the savior of our life. One should never give up but rather keep on fighting till the end....
Great Write, as usual....^_^

[Samuel Dickens]

Water has a strong effect on us. Sam

[jakelsen]

Nice imagery. One thing, however, wasn't clear to me. Who is "she?" You say,

Her water ripples trap my soul's air
for I can not speak
She pleads for me to stay and visit
never to see light.

Is she the sea? A water pixie? Your secret longing for death? Your shadow self reflected in the water? I think you should make that clearer to the reader.

Water is very inspirational, isn't it?