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.
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17 comments:
you sound as id you still believe....
Thanks for visiting my blog! Lovely poem!
This is so heartfelt and raw...you are a beautiful writer. :~)
I sense the feeling..
"Waiting for the last breath
that triggers the filling; what will come?"
I could actually feel it...
Enjoyed your poem very much. Thank you for sharing it.
A very powerful poem. I especially liked "the ghost space of a haunted mind"
Wow. Very absorbing and compelling.
I love the imagery of weightlessness as peace.
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!
Very powerful poem. I can relate.
Hope,
Thanks for stopping by.
Yes it will come; until then we embrace the journey. ;-)
rel
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.
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.
"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.
Powerful poem with hope of healing and moving on. Well done!
Frightening slow death by drowning in quicksand. Love the last few verses where peace took over. Great poem!
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