With the Sludge on the Bottom Of The River

enmeshed 

is what I am 

you’ve tangled my once 

unknotted existence

taken me into the folds

suffocated me with you 

and so, 

you are leaving 

after tying rope to my heart 

throwing it over the bridge 

into the thick river below

you watch as I sink 

bubbles of you escape me

it’s okay

I shall to sink to the depths

with the mud and muck

be alone a while 

before releasing your hold 

then I shall resurface 

and truly live again

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime we must drown almost to see the real world. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Nipplegrinder]

Ever the Phoenix, dear KWP. Keep flying, darlin.

[Einstein Noodle]

powerful word "sludge" ... related to that instantly .. small typo in V4 L2 .. an extra "to" in there me love! i like the positive contrast the "bubbles" make .. but what i really like about this one is the sneaky conundrum in this line:
"before releasing your hold" your speaker has been done unto by another who has the power .. but in that line she takes it back as she realizes .. it is she that is holding on ;)
E.

[wordman]

sad,sounds final,i hate final

[Ardra]

Sometimes we need to cut those ropes....that holds us down isn't it....
Slowly maybe but then the end is so true...we will live again....

Beautiful poem dear one...:)

[KWP]

thanks lovely - as always - I agree - cut the ropes and be free - the question is always when - and why do we insist on hanging on?

[Ardra]

Mmmm we just love holding on....maybe ....as Cancerian I know we hold onto everything....from small bills to movie tickets to buttons...so people are a huge part of it...:)
Learning to let go I feel is an art...