Submerged in an ocean
Of pure misery
My hand and feet were bound
And I could barely breath
Ropes digging into my flesh
Salt water stinging my eyes
All you hear was silence
The waters had muted my cries
I'd sunken so low it was dark
And life itself was leaving me
And I'd accepted I was destined for death
When I could feel myself being freed
Kicking and thrashing to the surface
The waves refusing to let go
Wondering how I'd got here
Questioning how I let myself sink so low
Washing up on shore that night
Gasping, and choking
After near burial at sea
Looking back on it now
I saw only a mysterious figure
But I know exactly who rescued me
When I look back at different times I've been rescued (usually from myself) I never forget the people who lifted me up and dusted me off. They'll always have a special place in your life. Nice subject matter, excellent metaphor and sweet ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kicking and thrashing to the surface The waves refusing to let go Wondering how I'd got here Questioning how I let myself sink so low Washing up on shore that night Gasping, and choking After near burial at sea Looking back on it now I saw only a mysterious figure But I know exactly who rescued me Ending is my fav part. Im one who ALWAYS fights my rescuer so I def appreciate them for taking the abuse later. I not only know, but highly value them for future reference.