3 hours ago
Trapped shores
Sand,
quicksand.
Sinking to drowning.
Pushed into water,
pulled down under.
Plundered in depths,
pressure building —
body on a thread,
oxygen barely left.
The shore,
a trap.
I, the victim.
Air
d
epleted,
life
exceeded.
Sand,
quicksand.
Sinking to drowning.
Pushed into water,
pulled down under.
Plundered in depths,
pressure building —
body on a thread,
oxygen barely left.
The shore,
a trap.
I, the victim.
Air
d
epleted,
life
exceeded.
I know that rhyme, rhythm, and meter are not academically standardized.
I am well aware of that, yet I primarily do free verse, and it's based on instinctual writing.
I try to avoid academic language or structure. My poems are not meant to convey a single answer.
I try to convey the unknown through minimalism, mostly dense short stanzas with many line breaks.
If you'd give a critique, please keep this in mind.
I am well aware of that, yet I primarily do free verse, and it's based on instinctual writing.
I try to avoid academic language or structure. My poems are not meant to convey a single answer.
I try to convey the unknown through minimalism, mostly dense short stanzas with many line breaks.
If you'd give a critique, please keep this in mind.