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Mar 2016
I can't breathe anymore
many years ago I lost my hope, the glimmer slipped away from my reach, and my arms to short to reach out and grab it
I can no longer see the surface of the water, the dark monster that lays solemnly underneath the sand slowly breathes me in, but every once and awhile my rescue boat will come, my savior will come along and carry me away.
But the song that the sea softly hums as the waves crash upon the hypnotizing white shore.
The pink and purple hues of the sky creates a picture in my eyes, deceiving them, it blocks me from seeing where I am going.
Alast to the sea I sheepishly walk, crushing perfect little seashells in my stroll under my feet, I reach the edge of the beach of where the blue and green colors of the ocean meets the crystal white sand.
I feel the sand slowly loose from its grip on the beach and fall into the trace of the dangerous ocean. The cool waves reach my weak ankles and wrap around them like coil and as the tide goes out I get carried along with the ride.
I realize as the ocean whips me across my draining body against the eroding rocks and it breaks my spine along with cutting my back, I want the boat to find me, be my hero and rescue me and help me to the safe shore, I scream, gurgling water, struggle to keep my head above the pounding currents of the ocean, but the sea, who lives off of the souls of his victims, drowns my screams to a muffle so that my rescue light passes by without a look back.
My head turning and swirling looking for another rescue boat to come along and pick me up, but none can hear my muffled screams or see me in the darkest of nights, even with the brightest lamps. I look below me and see millions of sunken eyes and twisted smiles awaiting to see the next victim fall under the tune of the ocean.
The seas currents churn and spin trying to drag me down, waves crash over my head leaving me with almost no air, the monster climbs out of security to help the ocean in desperate need. He clamps my ankles and drags me down as I fall into his arms. He puts on the twisted grin with the rest of them and I become another victim to the sea of eternal sadness.
It is about depression but I compared it to the ocean. Please give me feedback on it!
Written by
Kati Davis
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