Drowned

By samhennig

Mon, 03 May 2010
  • 809 reads
4 comments
 

Drowned under the water,
Hoping to be saved,
But there’s nobody there.

Drowned under the water,
Your senses are filled,
They are filled by the drumming,
The white noise of our lives.

Waves stroking the shore,
Peaceful wash of the water,
Peaceful beat of the heart.

No pain,
The strife of our lives forgotten.
They are drowned beneath the water.

We are happy now that we are drowned,
There is nothing more to make us frown.
Is it ridiculous to feel the filling of our senses
As our saving grace?

We were drowned already,
Under the water.

Certificate U
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
My favourite image from this poem is: "The white noise of our lives" I like the idea of our senses being filled up with water rather than our lungs. And seeing ourselves as already drowned, numb to the world. Great stuff.

 

Submitted by samhennig on
its funny, i just commented on your latest poem at exactly the same time. Thank you for the comment, very glad that you enjoyed it :)

Sam Hennig

Submitted by catapillargirl on
I really like this one especially: We are happy now that we are drowned, There is nothing more to make us frown. Is it ridiculous to feel the filling of our senses As our saving grace? beautiful :D

Graciie

Submitted by samhennig on
Well thank you catapillargirl :)

Sam Hennig