I remember
That November
When you promised.
To take me away
From the ocean
Of my darkness.
You told me to hang on,
You said you'd back
With the rope
With a purpose
With hopes.
And so I didn't swim,
I stayed here waiting.
For all attempts of my past
Taught me better
Than to try.
Ensuring I don't drown
Isn't the same
As helping me escape.
Because I'm tired now
Of floating.
Just like dead-men do.
As the water fills my horizon,
And my lungs gasp
For life and reason.
Just when I think,
You're back to take me away
You throw me the net
And once my breathe's normal
You sail and sail.
Can't you once
Leave your Covern Island
Even if I'm not drowning
Maybe I'm sick of
The hurt that I'm holding.
Sure, it isn't plunging me
Down to the ocean floor.
But I'm fighting to stay alive,
I just want you to know.
Is it an insane proposition?
To help me soar?
For once not bare minimum.
For once not just give and go.
I can't throw blame,
Like I was thrown
Into the seas of my tears
That rises each year.
Because you said you'd
Help me survive.
And yes,
You kept me alive
But I think it's high time,
We forget golden hours
And help me fly.
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Unfinished Paintings
PoetryA collection of my prose, poetry and epiphanies over the past couple of years. I've always loved writing and composing, but I'd never assumed anything I wrote was worth being read by anyone but myself. Writing has always been a way for my mind to co...
