Sinking Poems

you were almost my savior

i'm at the bottom of the ocean
forty feet down
stones tied to my feet
trapped
i'm drowning
air in my lungs
can't breathe
suffocating
vision going black
i feel you
your hands grab me
pulling my up
saving me
thirty feet down
there's hope
a sliver of it
i'm almost gone but
maybe we'll make it in time
twenty feet down
you're still holding on tightly
i trust you now
you'll bring me to the

sinking in

sometimes i stare at the mirror for ages ~ and see nothing at all

only to hear an inner voice saying ~ you are being self absorbed


By 
David Kavanagh

Sinking Under Waves

my shaking hands and long sighs
for who i am, i feed on delusions
that someday the bow in my chest will fall
and a new dawn will arrive at the door

the weight i carry- of emotions, stronger than waves
waves that are sinking me under their weight
i close my eyes and teleport to secret gardens
i'm too weary to

The Sinking Ship of Negativity

It's disappearing like buffalo across the vast plains...
familiarity has become distorted, both sour and rank.
There's an abandoning of the ship of negativity, 
bringing grief far worse than nine months of labor.
It's given cause for an elegy, so who is to thank
for the decline of what was a tranquil sanctuary?
In backwaters, gossipers have rippled the waters.
They're

That Sinking Feeling

I'm standing at the sink, washing dishes
and my bored mind floods with memories of our love:
how beautiful it used to be back then.
For the thousandth time I wonder what happened
to spoil something so special.

Perhaps it wasn't perfect
and I always knew she didn't love me,
but we shared such passion
and I'd dream of next time when we

The sinking ship

I think I've found myself on the wrong side of love. 
It's still love so it hurts to see it.
When I'm not with him, 
I want to be.
When I am with him,
I want to run away.
I know I should have enough courage to just stay away,
And I know I shouldn't think I'll never have love

Sinking Summer

Pastel flowers and velvet greens

quickly matured through July days;

refining fullness, but alas

surrendering to August's phase.

Too soon, this time will quickly pass

unveiling hints of Autumn's blaze.

The Sinking of a Rock

You see. 
Pops is deep blue collar 
mixed with old school honesty...
he's no drama queen
He recently told me he's had 
a chain of strange- opaque dreams
about the nearing the end of his being.
If a lifespan were a baseball game
I think pops is in the ninth inning.

I think my rock is preparing me for his sinking
preparing

I THINK I'M SINKING

I think I’m sinking not in waves
just slowly fading through my days.
No cries for help, no open wounds
just silence sitting in my head.

I smile enough to not alarm
I laugh enough to hide the harm.
But underneath, it’s getting hard
to carry pieces cracked and scarred.

I wake, I go to work, I wear my face
the one that fits

I Fear the ship is sinking

I am not one to keep a sinking ship afloat,
nor am i one to captain a drowning crew.
Sacrificing self for an inevitable end is a thirst never quite quenched.
Surrounded by water, what is the point when it is filled with salt; sorrow and a disposition for the petty?

Do not be the vain captain of a

Sleepy Daydream

I have been floating these days, 
in between thoughts, 
in between words. 
I have been grateful, 
and sick to my stomach at the unfairness 
of it all. 
Constellations strung together by invisible
threads pull me back together, 
they place my bare feet gently back on 
soft grass. 
My, I have no idea of what I am

Perhaps I have descended so low, already sinking my nails into the bottom of the abyss

Perhaps I have descended so low, already sinking my nails into the bottom of the abyss,
While my fangs point towards the distant sky, bathed in moonlight,
Perhaps I have lied, hidden things and left them behind on the stars,
And perhaps I only told you what you wanted to hear, a story to lose yourself in.
But I

Afloat

I am simply trying to stay afloat 
In an otherwise sinking land
An escape between past and future 
An island of pain 
Treaded up 
Barefoot in the sand 
Grains of memories stuck in the creases 
Standing is sore 
Walking is sore
On my hands and knees I beg
Relief is all I pray for 
The physical and mental

We take in only what makes us stronger

we only take in what makes us stronger. happiness. the moments that feel like gliding on the deepest clouds. the moments that feel like a gorgeous sunset with hues of red, orange and pink streaked across the evening sky. but real happiness for me means you. the happy memories of you embedded in my heart

Sinking To The Bottom

The tide cannot go on dark on my feet—
in winter you move but 'specially move,
but from within its grave, your bracing cease,

this time of year where a fog I look through,
in the sea that passed your own footprints by—
in winter you move but 'specially move

with a current that to my living cries
like a wild channel,

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