Drowning in a sea of tragedy,
engulfed by relentless waves of
heartache and despair,
I fill my lungs.
Burning deep inside as I am
removed,
loose-limbed and euphoric,
I fall towards the blackness of release.
Numbing cold creeps through
my waning heart, stopping the hurt
and I cry,
tearless and relieved.
The last light of the day is always the prettiest.
Exquisite.
It can be felt like an exorcism.
I often go sit near the water to watch the sunset... and I feel so free : )
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Andy N
Fri 20th May 2011 08:08
loved this, Kath.. You may want to think about a split from 'I fall towards the blackness of release' as there seems to me like it could benefit from splitting the stanzas there, but either way - loved it...
hope you are good x