SNIP

"Snip". That must have been the sound the scissors made
so far away
as you cut the string to my heart.
I felt the string falling, slowly,
even though I didn't see or hear the snip.

My soul didn't fall precipitously.
It fell into the water.
Sinking, rising, submerged.
Sometimes the waves rolled me over roughly,
and I felt and tasted the salt water in my nose
coughing, hacking,
coming up gasping for air.
Other times it simply rolled me gently under the surface.
And as I looked around this watery wasteland,
I sobbed, looking for reasons to live life.
I moved my arms and legs pointlessly
ten feet below the ocean's surface.
Water was above me and to all sides of me.
All I could see was the blurry green-blue
unless I closed my eyes
and saw black with a hint of green.
I swam to the surface and looked around.
Still nothing.
Maybe a beach far away,
but what was the point while this colossal emptiness
resode in my heart?
I closed my eyes and let the ocean carry me beneath the surface.
My cocoon again,
to try and dampen the pain
until it goes away.

But I know it will never go away.
If only you hadn't gone 'snip.'

Copyright Š2013 Ashi Shadow -- -6/21/13 on PM.
Have been wanting to write this for a few days now. It came out reasonably well, though a little different than I intended.
Longer and... more vivid imagery perhaps.
But I think it's better this way.
I also hadn't thought about where it would go towards the end.
The "Still nothing" and after that was totally new since I knew I had to build a bridge to an end.
The 2nd to 4th last lines were not a surprise, though the last line was completely unplanned until near the end of writing the poem.