The ground,
Feels like unsteady spiraling coils beneath my feet,
And the ocean,
Breathes in deeply at the visibility of my indecision,
Where I treaded idly into the water without regard,
trusting the turbulent shore,
That licked at my ankles with antagonism,
Feeling lesser each second the lower I sink,
Deep below
Where the sky waits,
Suffocating in what might be deep and painful desire- How I had assured myself it was only water,
Such a meaningless,
frenzied attempt to feel safety,
Maybe now they would be perplexed by me
I'm disoriented
And veering into bitterness.
I reached out,
To touch the motion,
Like it was physical.
My obligations
Became
My enemies.
Being seized into frigid wave after wave,
That rips at my heart.
(Who taught water,
How to be so vicious ?)
You flipped,
This ocean upside down.
What a pitiful excuse for a god-
Oh how I knew,
When your haunting water drew me in,
This is where I'd inevitably drown.
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Somnolence - III *Editing*
PoetryLet me tell you, Why I can't sleep at night. From Faded feelings and Empty Thoughts, came a deep somnolence .. where I desired to rest for an eternity. | book is probably completed for now, even though I don't want to let go | Editing slowly
