Not Waving But Drowning Again

Not Waving But Drowning Again

I slipped below the surface of my grief

and in that sea of misery,

only darkness reigned.

A cold, bleak, inky swell

that stretched beyond the horizons

of my sanity.

And in such a time of madness

was born despair;

a deep well into whose throat I plunged,

and although I could swim like a fish,

even I sank beneath those crow black waves.

 

29/05/16

 

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

We all go through this at times, and it sucks. Just when you think it's passed, it aint. Makes you stronger though.

[Lyn Anderson]

Very dark, describing depression, something to which many of us can relate.

[Einstein Noodle]

such irony in the title ...grief and despair are formidable at times ...i was tossed along with your protagonist .. and the crow is an omen that i really think is powerful for poets and readers ... haven't seen it used recently around here ..hope all is well ...peace and joy
E.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you EN for such a kind review. It was a 'reprise' of times past thankfully so has no current currency. Many thanks.