i tried: poems from a lost soul

Underwater

Being underwater is

A bad thing, apparently,

But I rather like it here.

Deep breath in, out,

Sink to the ground,

Feel the pressure

Building in your ears.

I'm safe here - experiencing

Momentary suffocation, sure,

But at least when I jump

I won't have to worry

About the landing.

It's so quiet

Beneath the waves,

The daily humdrum

Drowned out (literally),

And everything else

But a distorted shadow.

There is no life,

No death,

Even my thoughts

Seem to have stopped,

So I hear nothing

Save the frantic

Beating of my heart.

Just a while longer,

I think,

My calm at odds with

A body screaming in protest;

Then I kick up,

Gasp,

Air flooding into

Much deprived lungs.


I blink the water out of my eyes,

See the floating ropes

In sharp relief, hear

The rat-tat-tat of a key

Against the ladder,

Slightly out of sync with

Music blasting from

The speaker, and I am

Lost again.