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Redemptive
It hit my chest,
Like the beat of a drum,
The water so cold,
It stole the breath from my lungs.
It crashed over my head,
And stole the sight of the sky,
It dragged me beneath,
And swallowed my cry.
The cold was piercing,
It's grip offered little relief,
So I closed my eyes,
And gave into my grief.
There was no saving me,
From this river of pain,
His silence said it all,
I was to blame.
So I sank beneath the surface,
Away from the air,
No longer able to float,
Or to trust anyone to care.
Its funny how sadness,
Drowns us all,
How every person,
Answers to sorrow's call.
And yet not one person,
Reaches out to help,
When similar feelings,
We have all felt.
But this is a good thing,
No one can help me break free,
Because its my own sadness
That's destroying me.
And I know one day,
I'll break through the surface,
And find my place -
An undeniable purpose.
Like the beat of a drum,
The water so cold,
It stole the breath from my lungs.
It crashed over my head,
And stole the sight of the sky,
It dragged me beneath,
And swallowed my cry.
The cold was piercing,
It's grip offered little relief,
So I closed my eyes,
And gave into my grief.
There was no saving me,
From this river of pain,
His silence said it all,
I was to blame.
So I sank beneath the surface,
Away from the air,
No longer able to float,
Or to trust anyone to care.
Its funny how sadness,
Drowns us all,
How every person,
Answers to sorrow's call.
And yet not one person,
Reaches out to help,
When similar feelings,
We have all felt.
But this is a good thing,
No one can help me break free,
Because its my own sadness
That's destroying me.
And I know one day,
I'll break through the surface,
And find my place -
An undeniable purpose.
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