I've Been Drowned.A Poem by Miss Marie Riorden.Once a dream I had. I was never able to copy it down.Dragging me down this hallway of
dark He shoves me along, leaving pain
and a mark The further we go, the more fear I
feel Caught in his eyes, the twisted
appeal Through the door we go, I want to
escape Shutting the down now, he grabs me
by the nape My only urge is to scream, to make
myself heard But he will not allow that, locking
away my words In the center of the room, there
lays a bath Another shove and push, I feel his
wrath The tub is filled with water,
steaming and readily hot I try to pull away now with
everything I’ve got His grip too tight, I’m getting
closer to the water And faintly I hear in the
background, “Finally, we’ve got her.” Scared as I may be, I still wonder
why I’m chose As he starts to push me down,
keeping on my clothes I don’t want to touch the water, to
go under the surface That is the only thing in mind, my
only purpose But I tumble over the side, green
walls swirling Under the water I go, air bubbles
unfurling I won’t have long now, since I
cannot breathe Against my silent oppressor, I
fight and heave His grip is a vice, keeping me
under My vision starts to go now, it’s a
hazy blur Blackening out slowly, green walls
to grey I was just their sickened prey Losing conscious finally, my lungs
scream for air It seems like oxygen is my only
worry, my only care The burning settles horribly, in my
constricted chest As I fall into a pre-caused rest The last image I see, before
eternal sleep takes me Holding onto my wrists, it’s my
lover I see © 2011 Miss Marie Riorden.Author's Note
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Added on September 13, 2011 Last Updated on September 13, 2011 AuthorMiss Marie Riorden.Remember, KYAboutI'm going to address this right now. I do take Read Requests, but that DOES NOT mean you need to RR me everything you write. And I do not read stories unless it's of my own free-will. So do not RR the.. more..Writing
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