Saturday, August 25, 2007

I get that sinking felling….

Sinking - like quicksand?
That slip into troubled darkness,
the ghost space of a haunted mind.
Pressure squeezing
out life until the empty vacuum waits.
Waiting for the last breath
that triggers the filling; what will come?
Expecting the bite and grit
of sand and water flooding mouth and lungs,
tearing a path around the heart –
to crush the last of love.

Wanting sweet relief of weightlessness
and air; clouds of peace.

It will come, no matter what.

17 comments:

paisley said...

you sound as id you still believe....

Kamsin said...

Thanks for visiting my blog! Lovely poem!

Fledgling Poet said...

This is so heartfelt and raw...you are a beautiful writer. :~)

Shelby said...

I sense the feeling..

gautami tripathy said...

"Waiting for the last breath
that triggers the filling; what will come?"

I could actually feel it...

forgetfulone said...

Enjoyed your poem very much. Thank you for sharing it.

Gill said...

A very powerful poem. I especially liked "the ghost space of a haunted mind"

JHS. said...

Wow. Very absorbing and compelling.

Robin said...

I love the imagery of weightlessness as peace.

Dani in NC said...

Great description of the feeling, and a reminder that wallowing in it will not stop what is to come.

BTW, thanks for visiting my blog!

Herb Urban said...

Very powerful poem. I can relate.

Remiman said...

Hope,
Thanks for stopping by.

Yes it will come; until then we embrace the journey. ;-)
rel

lissa said...

I don't quite understand it but it seem someone's trying to open their heart to love or something. I'm not good in reading and understanding poems. Sorry about that.

Thanks for dropping by blog.

Patois said...

This really causes my heart to race with fear. Very good. I hope you won't be offended by my wanting to expunge it from my memory.

sundaycynce said...

"Expecting the bite and grit of sand and water in mouth and lungs.." ----vividly real, but it means to me the power of the ocean sweeping over you when you lose control and wonder if you will survive this one.

Thanks for stopping by my blog.

Tammy said...

Powerful poem with hope of healing and moving on. Well done!

olsum's diary said...

Frightening slow death by drowning in quicksand. Love the last few verses where peace took over. Great poem!