Drowning Poem by Practicing Poetess
Drowning
Why must life be a cesspool
Where you must struggle
And claw your way to the surface
In order to be able to get
A breath of fresh air
Instead of lungs filled with toxic waste?
If you don't fight your way
To the top, you drown.
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(Fortunately, the sun usually comes out the next day!)
This really resonates with me sometimes. A sad but wonderfully written poem dear poetess. Here is hoping for brighter and fresher days.
Thank you, dear Jennifer, for understanding, and for your compassionate comment! : -)
It's always easy for us to breathe when we're free. Freedom is the best medicine against any kind of stench.
Fully agreed, Zoran! We breathe a sigh of relief as we say, 'Now I am safe.'
Fantastic poem.... really beautiful poem dear poetess.....thanks////
I think this is one of your best poems. I reread it a few times feeling something a little different each time as I saw the world and life the words. A 10+
Thank you, Carl. I think since most of us visit this site to relax, I generally try to write fun or light poetry (when I'm not writing romantic ones!) I figure that real life is difficult enough, as it is. But I was experiencing a particularly bad day, and this poem is what resulted. I suppose I saw myself fighting my way through the bad stuff. Thanks again for complimenting such an unusual poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/7/2025 4:47:07 PM # 1.0.0
Good question, fine poem