sinking feeling
Grease L. Lighting 2000 (Florida)
I convinced myself I could swim,
But I only knew how to sink.
By the time I saw how far deep I was,
I found myself out in the open sea.
A lifeguard was close by,
But he slept peacefully.
Scream as I might, he would never wake.
I'd never learned to swim;
Just pushed into water when I seemed to be in someone's way.
It was as it there was a ten pound weight pulling me down as I desperately kicked my legs against the tide.
It was a sinking feeling,
As I looked around
To see I was alone
Alone
Alone
In this deep, black sea of tears.
A storm hung over me,
One of harsh winds and stabbing pain.
Far away,
I saw children playing on the beach,
Laughing, carefree
With that sparkle of life in their eyes.
It was a shame nobody could tell them
All the pain they were due for.
The rest of the world stands on the beach
Happy, safe, and dry
And I am about to drown
In a bottomless sea.
Accepting my fate, I look down at the water,
To see what my future looks like.
But when I see those people at the bottom,
I feel a shred of hope.
My friends!
Ah, my friends!
They've sank,
And they're waiting for me!
Maybe I am not alone.
Without a second thought,
I stop kicking my legs.
Darkness overtakes me,
As water fills my lungs.
Maybe it is not darkness,
Rather,
I could describe it
As sort of a dim light.
A faint, gentle warmth,
Filled with love, patience, and kindness.
It beckoned me to the ocean floor.
Though the sun still shone on the surface above,
I knew happiness awaited me deep below.
So I happily let the cold, salty water
Swallow me, and my pain.
About this poem
This poem describes my struggles with depression, intrusive thoughts, and loneliness.
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Written on January 29, 2022
Submitted by yervin116 on February 05, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,559 |
Words | 360 |
Stanzas | 15 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 2, 6, 4, 2, 2, 5, 2, 2, 7, 4 |
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