Submerged Forever Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Submerged Forever

Rating: 4.5


Violence of nature is felt inside of me tonight, frustrated,
with no where to go, anger rises, boils, rages, wants to be
let go.

Grabbing the handle, pushing it down, controlling it with
amazing dexterity and self-effacement.

Stranded, out in the open meadows, left trying to control the
raging anger.

No clue as to it's whereabouts or where it is going, wishing
for it to dissipate and leave me quite alone.

It doesn't go, fuming, hanging on with all my might, struggling
to part with it, yet pushing it deeper down.

Not able to go on any further, become as still as silence in
the morning darkness, rendered speechless, floundering on
burning sands of summer, no longer caring to do anything
except fall off the side of the earth, landing in a bottomless
pit of mud.

Submerged forever under all of earth's dirt, no longer seen or
heard from, gone to depths for nothing.

Foraging streamlines of interior memorials, now forgotten
altogether.

Sunday, July 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Just attribute intense anger to my Sicilianness!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Johnston 28 July 2014

Sometimes in mankind's universal despair for love, for meaning in this life, death does seem almost an attractive lover, an option worth considering. But I advise against it, however angry you become. I am told and I suspect that it is true, that most suicides are not committed to escape life's harsh and sometimes cruel realities, but instead to actually harm/punish another living person by one's death. This is such a final solution however, and there is no room in it for forgiveness. Don't you want forgiveness too in calmer moments? Live for those moments, for there, in your hour of need, you are in touch with your own heart. This is the time to help create the world you want, by giving to others, what you want for yourself!

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