Shipwrecked

Insomnia.

I drown nightly in an ocean of rogue thoughts. 
Malevolent mermaids reach up to drag me down. 
I sail out on the midnight sea with
peaceful waters all around,
and somehow return a ragged outcast clinging
to the debris of my sanity. 

Don't embrace the obsidian waves.
They lie. 
Twelve o'clock strikes and I'm gone again, 
on a voyage to the stars. 
Trouble looms beneath the inky sea-foam,
and up comes the sinister hands. 
Raking their claws into my mind.
My soul seeps out in ribbons of smoke. 

The hands wrench my head open and
out spills my thoughts. 
A raven flutters out of my skull; 
She stretches her wings and climbs the wind.
I call for her but she turns her beady eyes away. 

I am bleeding out in a steady river of black. 
The sea is in an uproar, inky droplets staining my skin;
I am saturated with the sooty runoff. 
My head pounds as it bleeds like an unstoppable geyser. 
I hold up paper to catch the ink as it drains from me. 

Please tame this tide. 
Please bring the dawn and save the meager morsels
that remain of me. 
Please bring me back to shore. 

Author's Note

Please leave all thoughts. :) x

Reviews

[Nessie_AJ]

This is awesome! Your attention to details keeps the reader reading and the way you captured pain and being an outcast through the sea concept is beautiful!

[floraleverything]

This is beautiful. I identify completely. Wonderful imagery. This is me most nights, nearly all my poetry happens in the middle of the night. Absolutely lovely and well put together.

[Laura Lynn]

This is quite beautiful and poetic, I love it, thousands of applause and x's and o's...as my mother beautiful mother when she was young would have us sign our cards....xoxoxoxoxxoooxxx

[The Twin Arenas]

made me think of tattoos. 'specially mermaid tats. it was especially vivid. could totally see the mermaid attack. i mean, great job. your piece had a mermaid attack in it, and you wrote it strongly enough that I was able to see it go down.

[Hayden Bridges]

When I read a story or poem, I'll more often than not picture the scenes I'm reading in my mind as though it were animated. And when I read your works, dark, subdued shades accented with striking reds paint my minds' eye. It has a steady flow I enjoy visualizing through each twisted turn. I would love to see your poems brought to life by an artists' hand so everyone could see what I see in them. But you breathe plenty of life into these words, and for someone with a strong imagination, words are more than enough.

[Falling Leaf.]

Wow, thank you for the lovely words! :)

[Hayden Bridges]

You are most welcome ;)