Man-made River

Something in a different style from my normal style

I'm drowning in my own river 

Saltine tears are swallowing me whole 

Save me 

Help 

But no one hears a sound 

I'm wallowing in self pity, 

But I only have minutes left 

So, whatever 

I cried myself a river 

But I'm in too deep 

I never learned to swim to safety 

And I'm dying here 

By myself 

Drops turned into streams 

Streams turned into vast waterways 

But this river is mine 

And its killing me 

I thought I'd get out 

Before it was too late 

Turns out I was wrong 

This isn't right 

But nothing ever is 

That's what life taught me 

So maybe its okay 

That its over now 

I can't see much 

But here's a list: 

Hands 

Hair 

Bubbles 

Tears 

My life is sad 

This is a watery grave 

What a turn of events 

A magic trick gone wrong 

They were supposed to vanish 

Knights in shining armor 

Vanquish every tear 

I didn't want to die 

And I killed myself 

Well then 

Its dark at the bottom 

Of this river 

Its cold and wet 

But mostly cold 

And its pulling the air out of me 

I could say it hurts 

And, truly, it does 

But who would care? 

If I'm already gone 

Who cares if it pained me? 

Maybe if I was nicer 

Maybe if I was more caring 

But I wasn't. Too bad. 

How ironic it is 

That I thought I was getting better 

When in reality I was simply the same 

Just in a better situation 

Weird

Reviews

[Relic]

I have no answers. Drowning is one way of looking at your circumstances. Others feel engulfed. Point is, there are others in the same boat, they just see things differently.

[ANTO]

The great Ella Fitzgerald sang Cry me a River as I read this Ariana. How moving.
Theres a defiant tone - an 'I did it my way' tone and so what if it was wrong, it was right for me, except it wasnt. People dont 'get' some people, some people dont 'get' any people and some people just arent 'got', save for a few who try really hard to 'get them'. The image you conjured up was like the Czech patriots who executed Reinhard Heydrich and who were subsequently drowned in a crypt filled with water in the Church of Saints Cyril and Methodius in Prague. I felt the same way, when i watched a biographical movie of their struggle as i did when i read this.
You touch the heart and make the reader question their own actions towards others. Not a small feat for a bunch of words. Bravo my friend and thanks for all.
Peace ~