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Underwater
Underwater
I wish I could see my face
beneath the surface
Not a reflection,
just looking for myself
drowned for a lack of affection-
or something like attention?
Wish I was less of a mess
but I can't stop rolling...
A turmoil of waves crashing
against these stones
I was looking for a way to feel
anything but the cold
and I'm warm now...
I wanted a way to feel
just a way to feel
like I'm above the water
Would I even care if I drowned?
Would everyone who held me,
who told me pleasant words,
who watched me dance and twirl,
laugh and sing my love
pull me out now?
I'm dropping somewhere deep
where the sea meets the grief
ɹǝʇɐʍɹǝpu∩
I wish I could see my face
beneath the surface
Not a reflection,
just looking for myself
drowned for a lack of affection-
or something like attention?
Wish I was less of a mess
but I can't stop rolling...
A turmoil of waves crashing
against these stones
I was looking for a way to feel
anything but the cold
and I'm warm now...
I wanted a way to feel
just a way to feel
like I'm above the water
Would I even care if I drowned?
Would everyone who held me,
who told me pleasant words,
who watched me dance and twirl,
laugh and sing my love
pull me out now?
I'm dropping somewhere deep
where the sea meets the grief
ɹǝʇɐʍɹǝpu∩
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