The sensation of drowning,
helplessness and hopelessness
like parasitic vines,entwining themselves
bringing me down..
It is difficult to breathe,
the lungs constrict,
as if the ribs are closing in upon them
like a prison...
Panic makes my arms flail
My legs kick around wildly
My brain feels like ice
as it surrenders itself to the blackness..
I can't struggle anymore,
I am too exhausted
fighting the muddy water around me..
It will be more comfortable to close my eyes into oblivion..
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hey!! what a coincidence!! thats the same i feel when i sit with my aunts and they talk about my marriage(what a bunch of losers!!!)... :P
ReplyDeletebut seriously though, u wrote a poem that i understand!! tears of joy in me eyes at the moment
tears of joy in me eyes too :D you finally read a poem of mine!! :D
ReplyDelete"It will be more comfortable to close my eyes into oblivion.."
ReplyDeleteDon't.You'll regret it. Did anyone ever ask you why most of your poems manifest a certain degree of despair......If they didn't then it makes a lot of sense and if they did,then also it makes a lot of sense.
I didn't. :)...
ReplyDeletegood for you
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