Run the water Nice and hot Slip in and under To my quiet world Where I am safe Nothing can harm me Or so I like to think One Two Three Peace at last Nothing to bother me As I close my eyes Darkness and silence Save the beating of my heart Which bleeds over you Showing me your face With each beat Four Five Six Thoughts collide In this sick silence Racing memories of us Going round in my head Tearing through my veins Heart beating faster As a deadly thought Takes on a new life Seven Eight Nine Hands clench into fists I want to scream Let out all the pain Let water flood my lungs And whisk me away To true darkness To true silence To true relief Ten Silent scream The end of my life A quiet death As I enter nothingness The only sign of my passing A small pop As my voiceless voice Hits the surface
Very powerful The use of the counting, intermingled with the lines, was interesting and added to the power of this piece. I like how you used silence and subued noises as the description of death, instead of bangs and whistles, because it felt more honest and sad. The "voiceless voice" was very cool (i like those sort of descriptors, they fascinate me) and mysterious. Also, the building of tension was beautifully done, especially when it ended so softly. Really sad, lovely poem.
Wonderful poem, and to me as I read it the tempo seems to increase after each section of counting..or maybe that's just the way I interpret it and so I read it in that way, either way it was deep and I loved it.