
Welcome To My Journal...
No One Came
I drowned myself in dingy water
Clouded by the world's diease
I know now I cannot force the water
from out my lungs
I know now it courses through
my polluted veins
Eating up all that I once was
I wish I had known what I'd done
To make me think that this was the way out
My body now floats to the dirty surface
No one came to rescue me, and I am
Left to rot and float...
I like it. Well written, keep it up.
I dunno, they're not designed to have a format. When i wrote it i was imagining myself outside of a dark room whispering it quietly into her ear. I dunno i've been alternating between Ginsberg like morbidity and sensual prose.
Look at some poetry by Alan Ginsberg Particularly Howl, and you'll see where the inspiration came from.