Poetry [trigger warning] Bottom of the Sea

[Mx.Trinity]

It's been quite a while since I've written poetry, the last time I did so... was when I was struggling with depression back in high school. As coincidence may have it... I was inspired to write again. My writing isn't for everyone, it can be very painful for some, but I don't write these words lightly. I understand all implications and would never joke about it. So... without any more delay, here's what I have to say.

Spoiler: Poem

Once again I sit here
With the sand at my feet
What is there to fear?
Nothing when you're this deep
Staring into the distance
Where the water is to dark
I put up no resistance
To the forces at work

The waves pass by
Overhead, undisturbed
Down here, there's little light
Peace and quiet preferred
Where I just sit
no sense of those fits
Just another day
In other's way

Sometimes I want to surface
Not to feel worthless
That would be the dream
But that's not so as it seems
When you're at their mercy
Do they draw blood?
Do they see the controversy?
Do they do as they should?

Crimson drops but whose to see in the whole sea?
What's a drop of red to the things we've said?
Where it disappears as quickly as it came?
We move along, with little shame.

So let her sit
Let her drip
One drop at a time
Until there's nothing left
One more coffin in the ground
One soul, gone without a sound
This is why it must be
With the sand between my feet
At the bottom of the sea.

 

[Windsock]

That ain't creepy, that's just good writing.

 

[Mx.Trinity]

That ain't creepy, that's just good writing.

Well thank you, I appreciate that

 

[PortugalTM]

*muffled clapping through the screen*

 

[Hall Kervean]

*another person begins clapping, though the sound doesn't carry well through the screen*