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Drowning

by Amanda J Cobb

It feels like drowning,
thrown suddenly into the middle of raging water,
death-run rapids, a hurricane whirlpool,
and the mind just keeps going round and round
circles, back in upon itself,
coming to the same end again and again,
but never out, never clear,
never clawing the way up to where there's air
and light and familiar space,
where it isn't such an effort just to keep existing,
where things make sense still
and there isn't a torrent of tears
pouring themselves into the empty hole inside
that threatens each second to drag everything back under
and suffocate it, slowly killing.

Drowning, dying, a bit more each day.
Swimming, saving self? If it was clear which way is up,
which way is out. But the sky is the same as the storm,
all dark, all directions, and the lifeguard has given up
his post for more important things inside his head.

Sinking, mind and body scoured away by time and life.
If he ever thinks to come back, what would be left?
Weighted, empty bones, half-buried in sand, slimed over with seaweed,
a mile beneath the endless waves.

10/17/2007

Posted on 10/17/2007
Copyright © 2020 Amanda J Cobb

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/17/07 at 07:37 AM

I love this allegorical piece on any number of issues that can drown us emotioanlly. I love the relentless beat of desperation and the word flow. Excellent work Amanda.

Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/17/07 at 04:26 PM

This is exquisite.... exceptionally well done!

Posted by Julie Adams on 02/24/10 at 10:39 AM

I just saw this piece posted as POTD, congrats! I am so happy to have had this intro to your writing cuz it is exceptional...this piece, the imagery is something I have often grappled with, but I was so thrilled to see how you offered fresh imagery, an outstanding flow (almost stream of consciousness), and the extended metaphor was deliciously stocked with clarity, direction, and fervor...I look forward to reading more of your work, and hope it is ok to friend you so I can see when you post...well well done, congrats, and peace to you poet, ~jewels

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