This is Not a Suicide Poem
I never knew that gasping for air
would be so much satisfying
as the ocean fills your lungs
as your heart slowly lost its beat
as you forgot the rhythm you are in
as you began to see the voidness
of what was it like to lose all colors;
of what was it like to hear nothing
of what was it like to forget
the pain,
the tears
and even life, itself
Death, I was told, was terrifying
yet if this is what they meant of it—
becoming one with the sea
wandering beyond shallow waters
and pulled by the depths of it,
Oh, I wouldn't mind at all
If this is how this poem would end,
then you are my favorite way of death
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
