Barren waves

I twist the frayed ends of my hair into small knots-

Humming to myself as I listen to the dying chant of my heart-

 “I live to feel, I live to feel, I live to feel”-

I dip one hand into my chest, swimming and searching for myself-

Perhaps I’ll find myself within the wicked waters of the sea-

Closing my fingers into a fist and pounding away at my ribcage-

Oh let me find some semblance of a beat-

But my hearts cave is as dark and as deep as the sea-

I feel nothing-

No symphony of thumps or the hum of my own life-

I am empty-

So with a hollow chest and heavy feet-

I sink myself into the ocean, so I may swim in my defeat-

And drown my demons in watery graves-

For peace and freedom mean no more-

Then the promise of protection-

In the middle of a world war-

Even now, I am still humming my tune-

As I breathe in the course water and see the rippled moon-

Letting the darkness swallow me, I see no light ahead-

Only the hand of my mother as she leads me-

Like a child; back to bed-