Shimmers, shutters, clutters, boomers...
Sounds of a wrecked soul.

My boat, on the green sea sailed, no swirls, a clean sails.
Then i hit the log...I didn’t see it, I promise.
It was all clear, I was sure about it.
Then like a curse the wind blew across, strongly, my boat swayed.
I couldn’t row...
NO...I forgot how to swim...because smooth was all I knew longest time.
My boat over turned...capsized
My body, gravity could not spare.
I fought for breath...Gasped...panted
All to bring my body to float, but the waters were too heavy for me..
Immersed...
Drowning...
Dying.
As my eyes shut, too weak to fight anymore...I let go and let the light gates open for me...My body, light now
As i appear at the surface.
Gone.
...that is how it felt...
Just a minute...when You walked out of my door.

© The Unspoken