restless

Though it’s been said
My words are dead,
I feel my head dropping like lead beneath the water,
My breathing’s altered,
as I feel my body falling farther  
into the terrain with no name,
only the same repetitive pain
that harbors the hate
The tears it tastes,
the lives it takes,
the rise it makes,
beautiful waves it replicates.

My lungs break for air but no ones there,
I’m alone, on my own
No savior known,
though I need the breath to breathe me back,
Heave me back from the undead shallow eyes
that seem to draw the lines of today,
The same that say “danger”
and direct us, instead, into this whirlpool of anger
Bodies lumped insignificantly together
and dumped into the abyss of darkness
Our limbs churning restlessly
as our souls beacon for the light of day

We reach up through the waves,
through the vague and unfamiliar sea
We seem to be,
up through the depths as we fight for that breath
though we can’t be reached,
can’t be breached.

Legs feeling dense,
mind losing sense,
eyes filled with many tears
In this ocean of fears,
though nothing but the bitter sweet eye candy
tastes the lips as the waves they dip
And our dreams and lives and bodies wait, restless.