dry drowning
The day suffocates my soul
Each minute sends me further
The more I fight the harder my body fights back
Good things happen but I am blind
The only thing I hear is silence
Faces pass, I smile back only out of habit
My body has learned how to pretend
But my mind will never grasp the concept
My heart aches constantly
It pushes against my rib cage
It is a prisoner trying to escape
At this point I am three feet under
Drowning isn’t caused by water
My ears start to ring
My vision becomes impaired
Darkness and silence have consumed my existence
My breathing is a metronome
Steady and slow as my lungs focus only on their purpose
My body is moving but with no help from me
Am I even alive?
I go through the motions
I am merely a rollercoaster
No destination or thought process
I move along the tracks in silence
Everyone around me enjoys this but I feel nothing
My body comes to a halt
Everyone leaves and once again I am alone
I question if I was ever accompanied
Was it all a dream?
The metronome is cut off
The ringing in my ears has been silenced
My body and I are no longer fighting
My eyes open wide, one last time
But I see nothing
My mouth drops but to no surprise
Water doesn’t drown
Suicide is nothing but an idea
This is homicide
The tragedy: A mind cannot be convicted
At this point I am six feet under
She pulls me out once more
She thinks she is helping
I close my eyes and pray for eternal darkness
But my body awakens
The journey begins again
It was only just a day
These days will continue to suffocate my soul
Robert Mann
Thu 3rd Sep 2015 23:58
Not suicide, but a desire for peace of mind, which no-one else can understand let alone provide. I feel your angst through the eloquence of your work.
If you would be so kind as to view my poem Black Dog, I hope you can see that there is hope, and more importantly an appreciation of life when you can battle through the 'episodes'.
Many thanks for sharing.