The rain is falling down
collecting on my brain
If only running water
could take way the pain
My car is fogging up
with every shortened breath
Who knew I’d end up here
preparing for my death?
I always hoped
that someone would have seen
the way I was drowning
alone in a ravine
The ground is weeping mud
my shoes are full of dirt
I hear them squelch as I step
across the mourning earth
to a metal rail
protecting me from life
If only I’d broken
the ones that didn’t feel right
And holding me gently
you tell me it’s alright
and we would go
alone
today
tomorrow always with each other’s hearts!
Don’t tell me you don’t want to feel rain, now
collecting in the hole in your chest
And looking up
it’s like we’re underwater
a mile deep
falling asleep
holding my hand
as darkness creeps
Across our tired eyes looking down now
at creatures living on the seabed
that pull our feet
and drag us ever deep
where we can sleep
A quiet dream
for you and me
to fall asleep
I think about it now
what it feels like to drown
The water isn’t warm
if we’re at sea alone
So take my hand and we’ll
sing ourselves to sleep
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Nikhil lives in Massachusetts, where his poetry engages with the natural world and interior reflection, attending closely to moments of stillness and perception. https://theendless96.wordpress.com/
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