"Breathing Like the Drowning Man" - A poetic attempt at channeling the unbearable weight of perpetual self-hatred.
I don't have much to say. At least for now. All I know is that I'm not sure about this poem, I'm not sure if it even came close to what I planned to write about, or if it came close to articulating how I feel and how I've felt. I don't actually want to drown, that would be an awful way to go. But I constantly feel an immutable pull to sink into a totally silent, oppressively dark, weighted oblivion that saps the oxygen from my lungs, the thoughts from my brain, the blood from my veins, and cradles me into a welcoming pit of nonexistence. Drowned Slow-motion convulsions A despondent, resonating drone Dwelling beside a whale carcass’s masticated face, Tar-like eels slither In and out of gasping wounds Domineering isolation A chasm of consuming hollowness In the lightless, weighted depths of The necrotic ocean Of run-off hospital waste I’m sinking to the bottom of Anchored by the many knives lining my back Cascading legions of vestigial organs, Harvested from feral