Going down for the third time
I gasp, shocked,
At the heat of the water searing me,
Boiling in my veins…
The sky is black,
The night upturned
The clouds a sickening, indescribable
Vivid green…
—Outlander! The pillars cry,
Laughing twisted faces teeming in the dark
And mocking me as I drown…
Again—
Going down for the second time
The lights beat red at me,
Beat red upon a shattered chest
Rent by my pulsing heartbeat—
My frenzied laugh—
My mania.
Cold air slaps me, sickening,
Sickening…
Going down for the first time,
I hold my breath and sink
Then burst startled
Up into the roiling night—
I will not die!
I will not die…
I will not fall and scream on Icarus-wings;
I will not fail! I will not fail…
But rather fly
As diamond-hard feathers tear my skin
Apart…
Author notes
**For the contest: Option "Death's Muse"
A contest entry
- The Allpoetry Seven Contest (-1) by Dancing Feather.
1850 points, ended November 25, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Outstanding
This is a dark poem filled with vivid imagery. You made it seem very real. I liked the way you developed the theme of drowning - I could almost feel you fighting for breath. An unusual and interesting poem. Best of luck in the contest.
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