Submerged

Submerged

A Poem by Beka
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With life it's not exactly hard to feel like your drowning. Different situations can cause different levels of submerging.

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I can't breathe

I can feel the pressure

All over me

Pulling me deeper

The light above me is growing dim

Darkness surounds me

I'm submerged in it

My arms stretch

Reaching for something

Anything

To help pull me up

I see a face above me

Not lost

But free

Free to look upon those drowing below

I stared up at him

Begging with my eyes

Help me

I pleaded

At first he reached in

Blindly looking for my hand

I reached back

Our hands touch

He grasped me

Slowly he pulled me up

My face breaks the surface

I can breathe again

He wrapped his arm around my waist

Holding me up

He kissed my frozen lips

Warming me with his touch

I could feel again

He smiled at me

A warm smile

At first

Then it turned

Into something darker

Suddenly he pushed me away

Hard

Throwing me back in

I feel faster

Went deeper

Frantically I looked above me

I didn't see his face

I didn't see anything

I had gone to deep

I closed my eyes

And died a little on the inside

I'm not so eager to fight the darkness this time.

 

© 2008 Beka


Author's Note

Beka
I probably could have made this a short story instead of a poem. Lol. Or maybe two poems instead of one.

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I thought this to be very graphic with great imagery. I saw myself in the waters with you as i read. I Think that everyone , at one time or another has a dream like this. I am too tierd to care about my spelling but wanted you to know that i enjoyed your poem .

Peace

Mr. Lopez

Posted 15 Years Ago


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