RESCUE



(wake up)
Earthquake has jolted me again.
They say the sun is burning but,       I find myself under the debris.
Last wisp of air twists out of my body. Distant hope sails away.
(rescue)

Darkest pit of the deepest ocean drowns me.
To them, the water is shallow. I am suffocating, my hands thud
against the imaginary walls because
the water is muddy and I can’t quite see anything clearly.
(rescue)
The gravity is punishing me, from all sides. I am to become
a human spaghetti soon. Young organs fail in this crumbling shell, 
Hundred meters to the destination I turn back
and run until my lungs deflate.
(rescue)
A murky cloud sits over me. Sits for day and night, stays 

in ceaseless cycles. I kept hammering it up and down, the switch had been broken
for so long,
All the lighthouses with cracked walls meet the sea. Window pane becomes 
my reference, I traverse little every day
beyond this frame but my feet stay                   far
in the corner of my room, the world is u n n a v i g a b l e in the dark. 
(rescue)
Yesterday, the taste of my favorite candy slipped out of my tongue
day before, I managed to convince myself that winter after
summer after this winter would be less hazy.
It’s crazy! how often I find the same words between my teeth,
assuming the shape in the mirror I’ve seen a thousand times
and yet,
the words are hollow in the cassette loops I play in my mind.
They don’t stir me hard enough
to wake me up to the sound of hope.
(rescue)
I grow opposite to an infant who slowly learns what the world looks like 
in foggy windows, in shelter found in smoke chimneys late at night,
as it figures out utter silence in the shanty homes from extravagant parties 
and arched rainbow from the endless
grey skies.
but,
           my palette
is emptying. And soon, there will be no palette.
I am halfway gone. Already.
(rescue)
My body becoming an evening silhouette. What happens to it 
when the sun goes down?
I am halfway gone.
(rescue)
Dandelions grow and wither, but different ones every time.
I am nearing
the gates have come to my feet
(rescue)
to the further
(rescue)
to the end, in here.

(rescue)





(rescue)




(rescue)

(Sleep)

1 comment:

  1. I absolutely love this poem! There are so many different elements which I loved, firstly there is great imagery in some parts, also I love the use of white spaces in the middle of the poem. Overall, I feel that the theme builds up really well and the words in brackets give it more gravity.

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