I am struggling to breathe
In the depths of my mind.
My strongest reach for help creates a ripple,
Yet the voices drown me in their tsunami.
A wave of hope pushes me,
But as I swim,
The current pulls me away.
The wreckages underneath me,
Only hold the chances I missed.
BG
-28/08/17-
Comments3
Brycycle, maybe you could have called it "Hopeful Wreckages".
I do like the metaphors and the way you build up in the first line of a stanza, then take it away again.
Well written!
Thanks Fred
Those chances that you missed are all part of life's experience, it ensures that you will not miss them next time.
Good write.
I will certainly try not to miss them next time, thanks G
I like your title with all the water imagery it fits perfectly ... good poem
Thank you WL
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