"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 children
During communion with the eternal night,
Billow around me like a gentle breeze
As the darkness swells
And the ocean floor swallows me in.
Swollen tongue flicks gnawed bits of flesh
Lost between gnashing yellowed teeth,
Spastic, graying limbs chop through
Cycles of churning currents,
All uncanny impossible movements
Of my broken, contorted body
Digging deeper
Into the widening twilight crypt
Beckoning open
By the command of the imprisoning sea.
How much further
Can I take this?
Atomic internal pressure
Builds and builds
Until, behind exploded glasses,
Teary, lifeless eyes
Rapidly melt and flow upwards to the surface
Like milky white plumes of smoke,
Breaching the darkened, voracious waves
And coil around the
Dislodged, sinking moon
Singing melancholic madness
As it corrupts the atmosphere
And stirs the tides into chaotic vortexes
Sucking in oblivion.
Few remaining survivors on land
Chant endless babbling backward nonsense
Praying for understanding
Praying for an escape
For something to greet them
At the miserable, ill-fated end.
All the while,
They devour each other
In cataclysmic firmaments
Of hysterical self-flagellation
And howling, grinning fits
Of neighborly evisceration.
Destroyed wombs of the forest
Rain down over me,
Going under deeper,
Inhuman screeches echo downward
Bouncing off briny walls
Of the sightless trench enclosing me,
Is this voice coming from me? I thought
I cut open my throat long ago.
A darkening oblivion
Into only more horrific unknowns
Water-lodged burials of our primordial ancestors
Await me
Reawakening, clawing their way out
To take back what’s rightfully theirs,
Just a maddening, oxygen-deprived delusion
Desperately gifting purpose
To this endless, lawless suffering.
But there’s nothing responsible,
No grand purpose
For this ceaseless descent,
There’s only me
And my self-imposed
Punishment.
Now something swirls
Up the remaining veins in my shredded throat
Bulging the shriveled flesh
My skin unzipped, serrated wrinkled sections
Waving wildly under the
Relentless silent churning,
Unspooling intestines rupture
Leaking out strange geometrically absurd rainbows
As they rise into the last shafts of moonlight
Piercing the whirlpool abyss.
Rivulets of tangled hair clumps come undone
Ripped away, forcibly removing the scalp
And unveiling
The soiled, infested contours of my skull,
Brain folds unspooling, growing pale
Manifesting depressive thoughtforms
Surging out
Along with a procession of dead, aquatic parasites
Gorged on rotten DNA-filled
Pathways of blood
That burst out from my undulating chest cavity
Taking with them every dead dream,
Failed ambition
Unrequited love,
And suicidal ideation
To all gather in a submerged, dissecting cloud
Flaying alive the still squirming
Drowning facade
That once held my name
And made a mockery of existence
With my face.
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Heaviness, silence
The tide pulls and erodes the rest of the shoreline,
Rotten barnacle-ridden docks,
Century-old homes, carnivals of
Buried corpses
All uprooted, unearthed
And dragged into the sea.
Sinking, surging, falling through
The bubbling blackness
And careening right above
Whatever’s left of
My exploded,
Mutely screaming head.
Goodbye.
I should have been lost to time
I should have been forgotten
Left to slowly decay
Under the flogging rain
That still plip-plops on the bottom of the ocean floor.
But I remain, insignificant.
Unfit to even end things in dramatic, painful parades
Of pitiful self-hatred.
What’s left is a cosmic blight,
A haunted miscreation
A missed opportunity
For a miscarriage,
Helplessly tumbling towards
An endlessly unobtainable annihilation,
No matter how hard I try,
There is no end.
I deserve
To drown.
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