Poems

Drowning, Dying

Help! I’m drowning,

Suffocating, Dying!

The lake of sorrow

Flows dark over me.

Washes me, Cleanses me

of Happiness and purity.

 

As the water runs and flows

it paralyzes me

and leaves me laying here

alone

with noone here to see.

Even if they witnessed this,

nobody would care.

But rather push me further down,

As I fight and scream and tear.

 

The happiness that they steal from me

was my last hope.

With it they steal my livelihood,

and grab around my throat.

 

And as they continue to beat me down,

the hands squeeze ever harder

until there is nothing left.

My body’s dead; a martyr.

 

What purpose it it

that I’ve died for?

I’m sure you'd like to know.

Nothing huge or complicated,

but still important though.

I’ve died for those who’ve gone before,

and those still to come.

Who take a swim in the killing lake

and never can escape.

 

I’ve died to make a silent point,

to shout a quiet fact:

Those who go into the river

may never truly come back.

So as the people slowly walk,

some of them will stop.

They stop and stare and gawk at me,

but not a tear falls down.

My body lays here broken,

discolored on the ground.

 

It is only now they recognize

That what they’ve believed is lies.

The lie that everything is alright

to help them sleep at night.

So now I lie here in eternal slumber

Wondering how many more will go under

in the lake of deep dark sorrow.