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20 november 2011

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Zofia Wingmaker
Zofia Wingmaker

I'm Drowning

I'm not waving from my balcony
Where I see all but none see me
No, i'm drowning in a sea of bitter tears
My arms are held high trying to keep me above
it's not working
I go under, I cannot breathe
But somehow I am more at peace
I have stopped moving, stopped trying to fight
I take a deep breath, I know it will be my last.
The darkness comes, grabs hold of me.
I struggle for a moment but know it will not let go,
I give in.
At last I see him again, the one who saw me
The darkness is beautiful, calming.
I'm not waving. No. I'm drowning.

Darek i Mania
20 november 2011 at 21:42

emotions and feelings and philosophy of being and not being-dark and thinks you are and what time-curious:)

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Jock Engelman
26 march 2012 at 02:34

i very much agree with Dariusz

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Zofia Wingmaker
20 november 2011 at 22:02

Can you please explain this... theory?

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X
21 november 2011 at 01:05

perhaps the poem is self explanatory, nothing really to add, just stop and breath in your surrender... :)

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Zofia Wingmaker
21 november 2011 at 18:48

Thanks for commenting, bro-sph. It means so much to me. :o)

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Victor
21 november 2011 at 10:21

Taoist Unmoving, floating In the stream of life Being carried by the slowing current I grounded on bottom. Life is passing by Without moving me. It is late autumn. The winter’s coming Soon everything’ll get frozen… Charming.

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Zofia Wingmaker
21 november 2011 at 17:37

thanks people. means a lot to me

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LuLu
23 november 2011 at 18:55

this is a great poem! i love it! i've written some like this and i think it's a great way to relieve stress.please write more...

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