The words get all jumbled.

A slow drowning and a last breath as I go under…why fight it.

Floating… take me away.

I want to be a warm summer night, a breeze in the air, and the whisper in your head. 

Time is catching up with me. 

A million pictures is all I see. 

None of them say a thing.

Nothing to save me from myself.

J.Rounds ©2017 ~Peaces of ME

3 thoughts on “

  1. Terrific poem. There is an incredible tension here. The poem moves gently but the desperation is felt; therefore the last line hits hard. Powerful statement on being human, on being a creature who is conscious of the limits of language.

    Very impressive. Thank you for sharing.

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