20,000 Leagues

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Vintage Publishing
Under the sea

Submitted: October 23, 2018

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Bloodshot eyes, absent of any Visine,

Twenty thousand leagues, under the sea.

Such high pressure, trapped inside of a prison,

Can’t hear your voice, through all the white noise.

 

Submerged in the Atlantic, there’s pressure in my chest,

Asphyxiation, a familiar feeling, fluid enters inside my lungs.

Navigation malfunctioning, inside of my fucking submarine,

Lost in the deep blue sea, can’t pinpoint your location.

 

Anosmia, can’t pick the aroma of Chanel and marijuana,

Every breath I take, is a saltwater IV, straight into my veins.

Cross faded, absence of gravity, I ascend into nirvana,

Vertigo well below sea level, oxygen won’t reach my brain.

 

Tearing at the seams, my nightmares have become reality,

Isolated involuntarily, freezing without the warmth of your heart.

Muscle fibers screaming for endorphins, the working bumblebee

Is succumbing to the pain, sinking like an anchor, into the icy depths.

 

Falling to the bottom, sleeping in the wreckage of the Titanic,

A watery grave, the poison in my bloodstream numbs the pain.

In the ocean, a low pressure system forms in the atmosphere,

The negative pressure drops, drawn inward right into my heart.

 

This is my negative space, pressure building on my skeleton,

Only human, can’t hold this weight on my shoulders, like Atlas.

You’re just like morphine, helping me ignore the elephant

In the room, the oxytocin released, helps improve the mood.

 

Acting like my life vest, keeping me afloat in this depression,

Nothing I ever say, do or write, explains your importance.

Separation anxiety, you’re so critical to my decompression,

Shattered like broken glass, only held together by duct tape.

 

Bloodshot eyes, absent of any Visine,

Twenty thousand leagues, under the sea.

Such high pressure, trapped inside of a prison,

Can’t hear your voice, through all the white noise.

 


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