Sea

 

Drifting,

I’m drifting

into the wide and open sea.

Going.

I don’t know where

I’m going.

Drowning.

I think I may be

drowning.

I’m sinking.

I’m sinking

below the waves.

Growing.

The pressure is growing,

constricting my chest.

The water is filling

my lungs,

and I can’t

choke it out.

More and more

comes flooding in.

Darkness.

Black out.

Reviews

[Sarah Khalil]

Oh my god, the structure of this poem makes it looks like waves in the sea. I am head-over-heels in love with this. The short lines work so well for drowning, it's literal drowning, figurative drowning, short and cruel. Lovely.

[E.V. Black]

I blush, and I thank you. Your review is deeply appreciated.

[quinfinn]

feelings of drowning, a horrible, all consuming nightmare. you have made it into a well worded and highly imaginative write here....one worthy of praise for your talents in doing so. well penned!

[E.V. Black]

Thank you, quinn. You're a sweetheart. You're very talented yourself.

[quinfinn]

always welcome....