The White Oblivion

I'v had the theme of drowning lately. ( and Sallow as in pale, not shallow)

The first time I stepped into the white oblivion, 

it was the sea that cast the foam and the wind in my face; 

it was the sallow water that drained me, and left me blue. 

The blue from my cheeks bled through my lips as my fingertips turned noir.

The white oblivion was sheer and obscure. 

The white silence left no noise; it left no melody for my ears to track. The water blackened my eyelids and drew me down farther.

I sank so deep.

The sea swallowed my corpse; it devoured me whole.

When I sank so deep that i lingered under the waves and touched the bottom, 

a light ripped through my corneas.

That was first time I stepped into the white oblivion.

Reviews

[khalid]

you have drawn a very nice image here, it is an image of water while you are going deeply into it. i really liked this moving image as well as the symbols you have used. nice reading in hot summer times..

[Allycat]

Very moving poem. I really like the imagery you use in this poem. Excellent write, I really like it, continue writing :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A very interesting poem. Drowning would be a bad death. Struggle with the water then a painful death. I like the description and the way you ended the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Amanda]

Interesting, I like it. Fourth line is my favorite, I think. Keep writing :)

[Ellie Howard]

why, thankyou