Its still the same...
2 years,
2 years I've spent in this well
Flapping my hands and feet
To stay above the surface;
But now,
I feel like giving up.
What would it be like to drown?
Would it be cold,
Or would it feel warm?
Would it be the same as breathing in the air?
When the cold, cold water flows through my nostrils and runs into my lungs, registering its presence with a slight choke,
As my pulse slowly goes down while my body turns pale blue
And at the back of my eyelids, I start seeing red and..and orange as the sunlight kisses me goodbye, caressing my closed eyes.
Blue as the water
Grey as the pavements
My body lays lifeless
On the surface of water, floating.
Finally, my dream came true
I got out of this well
Even if my lungs can take no air
And my heart has stopped beating.
YOU ARE READING
An insight to my soul
PoetryJust some of my poetries I wanted to publish. 'Cause the soul of my writing and my feelings is poetry. I'm sorry if you find some of them sad and hopeless but those are the times when I need to reach out to someone so I reach out to my pen. Don't wo...
