I think about water, bodies of water
to drown my thoughts in.
I think about swimming,
swimming so deep my ears pop.
I think about sitting,
sitting at the bottom and breathing.
I think about drowning,
drowning my problems;
smothering them until they are only
clusters of bloody bubbles.
I want to breathe in,
breathe in the water to drown my own self.
Breathe until the pool becomes
full of bloody ripples and bubbles.
I breathe in the cold of the deep,
breathe until my lungs disintegrate.
The only thing I want
is to sit and to breathe in
water by the gallons,
to stay there
and watch the life
of the deep.
I think about breathing
underwater to drown my life away.
YOU ARE READING
Where Are My Words?
PoetryMy new poems because my last ones sucked. I went to a slam and was introduced to so many great writers, thought I should start again.
