Longing
I wish I could swim
To the depths of the deepest sea
Without the yoke of a thousand buckets
Beckoning me to return to the surface.
For once, I wish that I could remove the noose
From my poor fragile neck and become one
With the water that yearns so deeply for my blood to shed.
All over the floor,
I spread myself wide
Grasping for the droplets of water in the air through which I thrive.
A fallen angel greets me in the wake of my death,
And shall he take me into the arms of the mother
Or father
When I return to the paradise
Of non-existence?
This poem is about:
Me