Drowning Poem by Ridge Dillard

There’s an itch
An eerie eagerness
To drown myself in my sorrows
Hold myself under the waves
Of ice cold pain until I’m there
Comfortably nursing a hangover
In my grave
After much consideration
I’m not afraid
I know full well the consequences
Of behaving haphazardly
In truth it comes naturally
Fun for free, enjoying fully the cheers
Of those nearest whilst chugging beer
I think not of woe
I think not of fear
Only the displacement
From my former state of mind
That type of attitude
Was the killing kind
A transformation
A complete reconfiguration
From the blind sorrow once felt
The coldness did melt
From the burn of whiskey
I drowned and it hit me
Hard as I resurface
I knew the consequences of diving in
“It was decidedly worth it”