Samobojstwo

by hiraeth   Nov 1, 2016


I.

"The water's deep" she said.

I looked at the water -
the Persian blue water that often times
assumed shades of the sun, whenever
she rose and resigned for the day,

the Persian blue water that was still,
and gave no indication of how
deep it was - it was just water,
I could think it was shallow,
but she said it was deep,

maybe it was deep like ocean of thoughts
that flood my consciousness and ebbs away
at it like the basin of Niagara falls,

or maybe it was shallow like these words
that you read - resonating nothing
outside of face-value,

or maybe it was between shallow and deep,
deep enough to be not shallow, and shallow
enough to be not deep,

or maybe it was just water;

and I jumped.

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II.

to breathe poetry into life - I cannot;
dying words were perched upon tongue,
hemorrhaging and air was stale
(not despair) but with laments of love

and her naked heart was not mine to call home.

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I am famished for the Absurd,
but it cannot be quenched,

so I sought nothingness;
like an affinity for infinity.

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leave me adrift in her ocean as
sky-lanterns dot the Winter night.

*- experimenting, again.

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III.

tread softly -

your screams, cries, only become ambient
with each titillating second as life pulsates
trepidly. Euphoria courses once more
throughout my veins, slowly coagulating
with every withered memory; regret pangs
with every bated breath -

is this worth it?
is nothingness for eternity worth it?
it is worth it.
..isn't

it?

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Old poems.

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  • 7 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    It was the title that got my attention and I read the poem
    which made me even more intrigued that I googled to see what
    the title meant. Its actually a Polish word and when translated
    it means suicide.

    The poem started to make more sense to me. The first few
    verses got me a picture of lovers standing on the edge, holding each others hand while looking down into the water to make
    that jump. The description of words and use of language was
    so tasteful yet mysterious.

    The second half of the poem goes back and forth between
    poetry and writer or the writer who is trying to describe this
    event without loosing the seriousness and the weight of the sadness.

    The third verse is so chilling..I feel two were going but one survived and have to live with that memory and regrets, that
    night, sounds and the very imagery of watching one go away..

    There is a whole lot more in this poem and behind each line
    there is a weighty issue which will never die…a heart touching write here.