Liquid Nightmares

a poem for WA, a writing group i'm in.

The water pours

Drip, drip, drip

Covering me drop by drop

 

The cold tingle of bitter hypothermia

Is a happy sign,

I no longer remember

What had made me cry.

 

I breather faster and faster,

As I lose all sight of my precious oxygen,

One last gulp

Before I am completely submerged.

 

I am now a thoughtless

Uncaring being.

 

Well at least until the darkness falls

And I am saved

By the bright light of consciousness.

 

Clarity has replaced my fog,

And all those unwanted feelings return,

Time to turn on the facet once more. 

Author's Note

this poem had to be about the cliche drown your sorrows, this is my own version, enjoy and tell me what you think.