Deeply falling into a dream, I see myself writing another spoken word. As we swim along the shore, we hear the calming sound of water in the middle of nowhere. We play in the water, make love, and enjoy our time together. We feel something pulling us down; causing us to go under, but the force isn't allowing us to return back to the surface. We improvise and finally escape until we're separated by this glass that stands in between us. We can't breathe, but we'll do anything for love. I see her slowly fainting as I bust through the glass and try to find a way out. I give her my last amount of oxygen left in me, and she finds the way out. She sees me slowly fainting, and she pulls me back to shore, but the force returns to drag me back down, as I suffocate, and sink deeper into the deep... I guess I'll remember to bring a float next time...
By: Johnnéa Young
YOU ARE READING
Vivid Images Of Me
PoetryWelcome to my book of poetry. I've written poetry ever since I was in middle school. I used to always find poetry boring because I never understood it; but then, I grew up... When I say I grew up, I don't mean standing up to a wall, trying to see ho...
