I'm screaming underwater
I'm running out of air
the water is rushing to fill the new emptiness
I begin to drown, gasping for air.
I see nothing but bubbles
then everything is gone
all I see is blue.
My lungs are filled with questions
How long can you hold your breath?
When will I reach the surface?
When can I breathe again?
I'm weightless and intimdiated
I'm Frustrated.
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Author:
Kennedy Rose (
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This paints a very intense image and conveys a very relatable feeling, at least for me. Good job on your first post, keep writing!
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I love the phrase " My lungs are filled with questions" it is beautifully put and quite genius. You did a really good job on this
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I like this poem, it’s short but yet, it paints a big picture.
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An interesting perspective on frustration! I love the use of the word drowning; it demonstrates exactly how overwhelmed and frustrated the mood is. Keep up the good work.
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A lovely take on the weight of frustration captured beautifully with the use of drowning. Beautiful poem well done!
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An interesting approach towards describing frustration, very creative. Thank you for sharing.
very descriptive and moving
Love this! A great picture created from the words!
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