I feel the cool, icy touch.
It's salty knives cut into my lungs.
My eyes close from the pain.
I am weightless.
The abyss of never ending ocean,
It surrounds me in an icy embrace.
It grips me in it's currents.
I am yanked down by it's hand.
This hand of vengeance,
Yanks me farther and farther,
Down.
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryPoetry is a way of expressing our most dark, twisted, confusing emotions that we feel no one understands. You are not alone in how you feel or what you are going through. These poems are written to help people realize that and feel less alone. WARN...
