Asphyxia

overwhelmingly shallow
how senseless it seems
to pass over.

chose to feel it that way
for it runs to deep
and i cannot contain
and fathom how it runs
into the recesses

would only feel the breeze
ice cold and slightest sound
give me chills

it does not linger, instead
has long been dead
not buried but a slowly
deteriorating spirit
intoxicating the water.

floating passively, haunting
as if a marker
a constant reminder
this psyche overfilled
with deceased dreams
rotting memories

bathing in bitterness, miseries
regrets and unfulfilled wishes

no one else witnesses these
except those eyes that rest
painfully beneath tired eyelids

no such place as an escape
so much is the pathetic-ness
of those undefinable meanings

you breathe and exhale
without much life
just borrowed breath
and a death wish.

  ~mje Friday, April 2, 2010 at 12:48am