A Poem by Falling Leaf.

Heart flutters like a hummingbird’s wings.
Like I’ve ran for hours. 
The sun blurs as the waves merge back together. 
Liquid blanket closes around my shoulders. 
Sink deeper, deeper,
The silence is starving for my sanity. 

I can hear my heartbeat. 

Thumping in my ears. Slows to a deathly pace,
A pace meant for endless sleep. 

Pulsepulsepulse pulse pulse pulse…pulse…

Hush, now, lungs, 
Let the seawater rush in and 
Kiss the pain away,

Let the bubbles race across my skin,
Millions of tiny orbs, little beads scrambling
For the surface, 
Let them tickle my neck and arms. 

Let the warmth of shallow water fade
Into the deep, black cold of the ocean. 

On the beach, you could call her a friend. 
In her arms, she feels like something sinister,
A collar that is too tight. 

She is no sparkling blue maiden.
She is a murky ebony witch. 

Heart is screaming. Mouth opens to echo
But all sound is muffled.
Floating slowly down the ocean floor. 

Oxygen is naught but a memory, 
And sunlight is a thing of other worlds. 
Starless nights await as I close my eyes
One last time. 

I touch down on sand, 
Look up perhaps searching for
an angel to greet me, but see only
Endless fields of water,
Color of old bruises. 
Soundlessness all around. 


© 2015 Falling Leaf.

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Wow. This had a beautiful sadness to it. I really liked it. Liked the way you used descriptions. I loved the way you used the word Pulse to get the reader to actually hear it.
This was a very fantastic piece!! Great Job!!

Posted 6 Years Ago

Wow this is drowning my thought to sink in deeper and deeper. Fabulous work. Thank you for sharing such thoughts

Posted 6 Years Ago

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I'm starting to become a really big fan of your writing. The act of drowning is so well depicted by your use of imagery, no feeling of panic as the inevitable is creeping in. It's like going to sleep in a way that has no morning in its future. You use of the word 'pulse' repeatedly is like her life's clock ticking, ticking to a gradual conclusion. I wrote one about being buried alive and this has some of the same feel but, in my opinion, much clearer. This was a very nicely written piece. Thank you for read-requesting me. take care...dan

Posted 6 Years Ago

This is one of those poems I can physically feel. Your descriptions: thumping in your ears, "bubbles across my skin," I felt like I was immersed in your words.

Posted 6 Years Ago

this is beautiful. I love it.

Posted 6 Years Ago

Brilliant descriptive writing. Drowning has never felt so real through mere words! Great piece :)

Posted 6 Years Ago

remarkable writing, a good reflection i would think of drowning literally, your powers of description and feelings are exciting and beyond compare, thank you :)

Posted 6 Years Ago

I love it. It's exactly how I imagine it would be. Just amazing!!

Posted 6 Years Ago

Awesome job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted 6 Years Ago

Skillfully crafted, lyrical and eloquent.
Most effectively dramatized.
Very fine work, Leaf!

Posted 6 Years Ago

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