Only Whispers
I was never told this thing
By anyone above a whisper
They were afraid
For me to know
That drowning was this beautiful
I live too deeply
To breathe or think of breathing
Lost in one unblinking heartbeat
If this is ending or beginning
Then the middle has no place for me
A fog of me is shouting
Dying shrillness without fear
Stuffed into a box of breaking
This tiny point in time
Where real life happens
I only wish to tell this thing
Too vibrant for such a small voice
Terrible fear wrapped in a whisper
Here I fully know
To drown in You is breathing at last
By anyone above a whisper
They were afraid
For me to know
That drowning was this beautiful
I live too deeply
To breathe or think of breathing
Lost in one unblinking heartbeat
If this is ending or beginning
Then the middle has no place for me
A fog of me is shouting
Dying shrillness without fear
Stuffed into a box of breaking
This tiny point in time
Where real life happens
I only wish to tell this thing
Too vibrant for such a small voice
Terrible fear wrapped in a whisper
Here I fully know
To drown in You is breathing at last
posted by Feanor at 7:33 AM
5 Comments:
I gotta say, before I got to that last line you were really starting to scare me....
~JCP
You thought I was suicidal?
No, it was good, and that last line was just the gasp of joy before the plunge, the puff of air before the windows fly open and you fall into the sun.
Or something like that. Excellent poetry, Ev, truely good job.
Cabbage, you're amazing, your sunny critiques of my works are always better then the poems themselves.
No, not suicidal. Just a rather morbid sounding poem until you understand what it's talking about.
~JCP
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