Written during my youthful angst

Drowning

I am going down, I am drowning
and it is suicidal;
for rescue is close at hand.
A drowning man will grasp at a straw
while I ignore the nearby floating logs
of truth and intelligence.
The life preserver of good and
righteousness is the
extended hands of friendship,
love, and family.
I cannot swim, I am not strong
Perhaps I would float,
if I could but relax and
care enough to try.
But no, instead I close my eyes
to salvation;
I open my mouth wide,
to swallow the sea
of self-destruction.

Don
I am reminded of Anticlea's drowning after she gave up hope ever to see her son, Odysseus alive. She turned her face to the sea and strode in until she disappeared. Powerful.

york2frisco
Very nice...this old champagne still has sparkle, Lady.

Sandra Martyres
A very creative write - the closing lines are brillant

heterodynemind
Yikes this is creative. Deep thoughts in here.

sonetta
sometimes we need to sink to the bottom of the ocean before we realize we need air, we want air.... very powerful poem....love the ending too.....