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This is my favourite poem I've ever made. It's very long, but it means the absolute world to me. Thank you if you read it all. I wrote it on my phone so I couldnt copy and paste it, so some bits may be missing.
Ink / Untitled
I step into the water.
The dark, ink-black liquid, bubbling gently like a sweet soft drink.
It's anything but sweet.
Maybe a tad comforting, at most.
The water is ankle-high and lukewarm, wrapping itself around my skin.
It's a gentle liquid,
but almost feels solid.
Like a thin plastic grasping my legs, gently ushering me in.
I move one of my legs forward, with a muffled splash.
It's knee-high.
My vision seems to pixellate, the colours congregating in the corners of my eyes,
but I can never look directly at them.
Only black.
The water flows faster, dancing against my hips now.
It's reflecting less light from he sky, feeling like a moving void.
The odd bubble will pop at the surface,
and my vision will blur.
My brain feels like it's filling.
Filling with the black inky ocean, like a fish bowl.
My head flops side to side, unable to hold the weight of the water.
It is above my chest.
I'm starting to become disoriented.
Unsure of which way is up, or down. Forward or back.
Maybe if I go a little further, I'll be able to see something.
Anything.
The liquid grasps my throat, tugging me.
It is no longer a gentle, dancing liquid,
like silk;
I feel...malice.
It's becoming very thick, and solid.
I realise my mistake.
I thrash my arms and try to swim to shore, where you are standing.
My eyes poke above the water, looking around in desperation.
The energy is sucked from my body, and the water is pulling me harshly.
There is no escaping this ocean.
The last thing I see before I go under
is you, jumping in.
I scream desperately, ink filling my lungs, but there is no hope.
I tried to save myself and ending up ending the world.
We both drown.
It's enough to live a live with love until we die Autism, Depression, Anxiety
This poem is beautifully written and I could really feel the emotion in it as I was reading it. I'm so happy that you're so proud of this one, you really should be. You're a wonderful writer.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
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It’s the rhythm
of your life.
It’s the expression
in time and movement,
in happiness, joy, sadness and envy.
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