Today, I'm going to let you in on the creative process. I scribbled down this new song/poem late last week. I wanted to write something that was steeped in imagery. And for whatever reason, the most graphic and visceral image I could conjure, was drowning. Most of us have lost our breath - either at the swimming pool, or doing something else. We might not have ever been "drowning," but that short experience of losing one's breath was more than enough to never forget the feeling(s). Enjoy!
Sink [Left and Lost at Sea]
© 2012 Ross Christopher.
It seems like
I've been left
And lost at sea
With water welling up
Inside of me
It fills my lungs
With stinging taste
Of lonely waves, crushing dreams
And breaks silent
Cries of apathy
Can you keep my head up
Can you help me breathe
Can you wash me to land
Or am I going to sink
Not sure how I got here
I woke in drowning slumber
Forced to swim
And tread and breathe
Can you keep my head up
Can you help me breathe
Can you wash me to land
Or am I going to sink
It seems like
I've been left
And lost at sea
With water welling up
Inside of me
© 2012 Ross Christopher.
It seems like
I've been left
And lost at sea
With water welling up
Inside of me
It fills my lungs
With stinging taste
Of lonely waves, crushing dreams
And breaks silent
Cries of apathy
Can you keep my head up
Can you help me breathe
Can you wash me to land
Or am I going to sink
Not sure how I got here
I woke in drowning slumber
Forced to swim
And tread and breathe
Can you keep my head up
Can you help me breathe
Can you wash me to land
Or am I going to sink
It seems like
I've been left
And lost at sea
With water welling up
Inside of me
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