You're dragged under
Further and further.
Grasping upwards for escape
For a little bit of release.
Its fruitless.
You're pathetic attempts.
The claws of darkness pull you closer
Yet you still try.
Why?
You can feel the monster
Its hand wraps itself around your neck.
You panic but you must try.
You have to.
You can't let go, you've got to try harder.
Pathetic!
The monster is stronger
You know this.
Let go and succumb.
Let it take you,
What's the worst that could happen?
So you finally stop kicking
You stop grasping and you breathe.
That one intake of breath
Is your last.
People stand around and ask why
Why did you let go?
You float around them,
But they don't know.
You're invisible again
Yet you still whisper,
I'm finally at peace.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryA lot of my friends write poetry to rant and release feelings. Imma try
