Parts of Me

Drown Your Sorrows

Drown

your sorrows;

Hold them

by the throat

under the foaming brown water;

Make them splutter

and jerk and

fight until

they take their final breath …

For now, at least.

Drowned sorrows reside

in the crannies of the mind

under six feet of cold, unmovable earth

Please let it be unmovable,

you beg in your mind,

Please let them stay,

Please let me rest from their company –

Please, please, please!

Stuck into the mound

the sorrows are buried under

Is a small, white cross –

made of bones.

You think they’ll let you be?

And rest forever silently?

No,

the drowned sorrows

come back up like bile

in the throat;

They claw through the earth,

Zombie-like,

Twice as terrible as before.

Ready, now,

to haunt you once more.

Each time they do this

you fight against the urge

to drown them once more, you want to gain control,

But no –

oblivion is blissful.

So your hands

(uncontrolled by your brain;

forced by a darkness

that seeps through your body)

reach out

grab a sorrow’s throat

And drown it again.