I thought I knew how to swim,
but the weight pulled me under before I knew.
The surface feels so far away,
light bending, twisting, teasing me.
Every breath is thick,
like gulping ink instead of air.
My arms move, but the current owns me,
laughing as it drags me deeper.
Voices above are distant ghosts,
muffled and unreachable.
I reach, I claw,
but there is no ladder, no rope, no shore.
Memories of light float past,
small bubbles that vanish before I can catch them.
Joy is a sunken coin too heavy to lift,
too far away to touch.
I am sinking, endlessly,
my own arms a storm I cannot control,
my own heart a tide that drags me down.
There is no hand waiting, no light breaking through.
Only the water,
and the weight of me within it.
Somewhere, above the waves,
I hope someone pulls me out,
but until then, I am water,
and water is me.
YOU ARE READING
Chaos In My Mind
Poetry𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written r...
