Priyanka Singh

DROWNING

( Peace in the thoughts of death)

Drowning

I saw the face of peace 

towards the ends of tunnels, 

dark and deep. 

 

in the breathless quiet bottoms 

of warm 

and steady seas.

 

I saw fear - 

not of death, 

not of when my life may cease 

but of life itself, 

that recklessly 

forces us to it, 

with no care for our peace.

Drowning. 

I only hear 

the beat of my heart 

That beats 

still, in the body of the dead 

That beats 

still, in a low pitched sound.

  

Not one breath passes, 

only the water brushes through, 

my entire body 

like it's trying to break through. 

 

Travelling somewhere 

Into the sky maybe it seems, 

now that I look from underneath. 

It seems like I stand still in the world, alone. 

And nobody pushes me down anymore 

I stand still 

and the bed of the ocean 

rises up below my feet

My mind stays calm and blue, 

it does not mix anymore 

the concepts of past and present and where they must be 

Like it carried the memories of one into another, 

stuck in a place where they meet, 

refusing my commands 

so shamelessly. 

 

I tried to convince it, 

but it refused every time 

To understand the difference 

of what is yet to come 

and what has already gone by 

 

Yet it kept dragging 

what has passed already 

asking me to pen it down 

into another aching rhyme

But it floats calm today 

like a piece of meat, 

Numb and cold like 

the sound of my heartbeat 

That slows down in this sinking water, 

And finally stops 

to hopefully, 

never repeat.

                                                      

    ~ Poetry by Priyanka