A Drowning

August 29, 2012

I’m lost.
Completely without direction.
No idea where to go.
Swimming in circles.
Looking for shore.
Drowning.
Drowning.
Sinking slowly.
Sickly feeling.
Stomach turning.
A constant urning.
A need.
Oh I need.
It’s not a want.
It’s more.
I don’t know why.
I don’t know why.
I’m so sore.
Every bit hurts.
Right down to my soul.
I hide it well.
But they all know.
It’s back.
With a vengeance.
Fighting me.
From inside.
Ripping.
Tearing.
Scratching.
Biting.
Taking flesh.
Turning it to decay.
I cannot stay away.
I need.
Oh how I need.
The water’s of death.
Will drown me soon.
If I don’t drop this needle.
In this spoon.
How I wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
Praying to God.
Praying to Satan.
Praying to anyone.
Who will actually listen.
Make it stop.
Please make it quit.
The water is rising.
Far too quick.
I can’t get out.
My hand reaches.
One final grasp.
Then slowly.
Then surely.
My fingers slip.
Below the surface.
And a final surge.
Some bubbles.
Then silence.
Still water.
Still life.
As all fades.
Black.

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2 Responses to “A Drowning”

  1. slpmartin Says:

    Gave me a sense of terror as I read this…a thought provoking verse.

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