Out of the Portholes and into the Sea

On unhealthy situations.

Tell me truly, do you think I feel remorse?
If that’s the case, then you’ve never been truly afflicted.

The constant poise in my portraiture is only maintainable by force.
Force of will, of fuel, of fire. The force that allows men to move between the veils.

Some are born with the wind at their back, a true luxury.
But those of me are tangled and torn between hell-bent seas and what’s worse;
a moon that promised to guide
only to fall into the murky drink when I needed a spotlight so dearly.

Still worse is that as I stare at this fate, I feel not much of anything.
The biting mist sprays my skin as the blows do blunt my bones, and still,
Emotion is fixed upon a milk carton.
But where does the ichor lie? The one which makes us love? The one which makes us hate.
It seems that I’ve lost grasp of it. I still feel it running through my fingers as it was only just vomited out;
To slough upon deck, out of the portholes and into the sea.

The brass box that once encapsulated my heart, was a means of protection.
Now it only serves to smother the flames within me.
That is to say if there are any flames left, perhaps it’s only smoke and soot.
Smoke and soot that permeates the air, stifling my lying breath.

It lies upon the breeze, just as it lies to me,
whispering sullen sounds deep into my quivering ear.
It indicates that I’m alive, but I’m just passing through.
Through the plight. Into the drink. Cursed by nights of ever-think.
These cards have fell, from out my sleeve. Perhaps, perhaps; a sign to leave.

For it’s time to leave here, that much is true,
for it's time to leave here 'fore this heart does turn cruel.

Author's Note

Perhaps there is a lesson to be learned in here, somewhere.

Please enjoy!

Reviews

[Luisa]

Even though this one isn't rhyming or rhythmic, I still really love it. I find that the phrases and images you use are vivid, powerful, and incredibly distinctive of your style, and it works perfectly in this poem. I think it's incredibly well written. That said, it makes me feel really sad, but I guess that means it's doing its job!

[Wolfhilde]

I find this a very deep and emotional poem. I like it very much. The words you use, it almost reads like a song or story. The poem had my attention already in the very beginning and I could not stop reading it. Very well written!