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Drowning Yet Floating

Poetry By: Ezinne

The last brief thoughts, before a person is drown. Showing the chain of thoughts becoming irrational in a disturbing, subtle manner.

Submitted:Apr 30, 2013    Reads: 218    Comments: 8    Likes: 3   

Drowning Yet Floating

I feel like I am floating on whispers of secrets that have not yet been uncovered.

As the turquoises and violets swirl into bold oranges;

Before fading away into nothing but flickers and glimmers of lost hopes.

I am not afraid, nor am I worried, I am only weak and tired of fighting. as the air is substituted for salty liquid I feel completely at peace, welcoming the close, the finale.

It's taking longer than I had previously anticipated. As I feel the rocks around my waist scratch again my raw skin, I begin to feel irritated.

I can feel my moments of understanding drifting further and further apart.

My body begins to spasms as it craves the air just above the surface, just out of grasp. The taste of salt fills my eye, ears, mouth, nose. I can hear the water as it crashes through my brains collapsing my thoughts and shattering my memories.

The oranges and reds are darting within my eyelids, confusing me and making me feel trapped. I can feel my body getting limp as it realises the struggles and pleads fall on deaf ears, filled with salty water.

The rocks are no longer heavy, instead they are as weightless as the egg whites in the cupcakes I make, in the cupcakes I used to make. The egg whites are lifting me to the surface and the violets and turquoises are becoming an endless wave of unlimited rainbows.

I am floating

and drifting




someone please help me.

im drowning.


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