Life
A current to the sea? More like rapids. I splutter and choke, getting scraped up legs and a foggy head. Every once in awhile , my head goes up, my body down, and I see sunlight. Once in awhile.
Why does it hurt so much? Why does the startling spray make my stomach disappear as my heart fills my body. Why do I contemplate yesterdays now and forget about today's second? I throw my memories into focus and am completely blind as my future fades.
Should I look ahead? Should I look nowhere and just endeavor to float? Should I purposefully swim to the rocky depths and hang onto a boulder till I can breathe no longer.
Things grow up and die; things grow old and disappear; I, caught in time, watch and mourn.
My fingers no longer grasp at comforting hands. My arms embrace no body. I sit in a freezer full of frozen bodies and long to freeze, myself. I sit on a cliff, watching vultures wheel, and long to fly. The cold seeps into my muscles, the depression into my calves. If I cannot fly, then no longer walk.
Deadness embrace Deadness, or just embrace me. Greenest leaves and purply flowers, reddest blood and sallower skin. These things only do i see, and after seeing, pray screaming.
