Drowned

Drowned in my words.

The words flow from my pen,

Fluid, pure and clear,

Creating a melody whispering to my ears.

The weight is lifted from my shoulders, pound by pound,

As the words continue dripping, without a sound.

This water now is rising fast,

The time I have, it will not last.

Write and write, ill never stop,

Submerged in this water,

It is all I've got.

The water is over my head,

But i wont stop till I'm dead.

Its quiet now.

With water all around.

The pen hits the ground.

I have Drowned.

Author's Note

This is the earliest poem poem I have, that has weather the years. written, rewritten, and written again, and now shared with you.

Reviews

[Jeremy Baker]

I like the way you compare writing to a compulsion, a need to explore and express and to try to understand the life and world around us. Great writing!