I break the surface
Into scarlet water
How did I get here?
I felt my ankles bow
However, I can see the shadow
Of hands above the surface
Was it me, or was it he?
I don’t know anymore
I just know this now:
I’m drowning, suffocating
The panic setting in
My heart is trembling
My lungs constricting
I can’t breathe here
I’m going lightheaded
I’m losing myself, and
I feel so alone, but
I know I’m not
I can feel her hanging on
A phantom, I can’t see
My fellow castaway
Trying to survive
Just like me
Do I have the diver’s disease?
Nitrogen narcosis is setting in
Everything is hazy, and
My phantom, still clinging
She’s innocent, I know, it’s not her fault
However, she feels like a weight
I can’t take it
Selfishly, I shake her off
I pry away her grip
I let her go
I leave her to sink
Through clear eyes, maybe
I could have saved us both
However, with rose glasses, I listened
To the demon inside of me
Telling me, insisting so strongly
I had no choice
If I want to save myself
Unshackled (or so I think)
I try to swim up, but when it seems
I am just about to breach the surface
I come to realize, to my horror
I’ve sunk even deeper than before
Cerulean tears bleed
Into the crimson tide
As I give up
I let go of myself
Like I let go of her
Drift out to sea
The panic fades
The misery stays
To the coldness of the water
I’m growing numb
To the corrosive brine and salt
I don’t feel the burn
Withering waves carry me
Deeper into the void
Between the surface and the depths
Between the life I knew, and
A cold death, the end of all
Waiting for the currents
To pick a direction
Fish the rivermouth
Drag the lake
Drain the ocean
You couldn’t find me
Nor the soul that I condemned
Just to spare my own
However, one shadow
Dances across the distant surface
My personal messiah
Walking across the water
Following the thread of
Cerulean pearls I’ve cried
I fear his hands
May push me deeper
Instead, they reach beneath
They take my own, and
Pull me higher
Finally, I can see the surface
A glowing moon in a violet sky
Finally, I can breathe again
Life fills my lungs, runs in my veins
However, the memory of what I left
Deep under the waves, faded from this world
That void I still see inside my dreams
Will haunt me forevermore
Here’s a random graphic I made, to go with this one. Abstract, not great, but fits the vibe.

Analysis
The poem begins with the narrator already underwater and confused. Lines like
and
make it clear that they are questioning their own role in everything that led to this point. The physical descriptions are straightforward and specific. When they say
the poem sets its emotional direction without overexplaining anything.
The “phantom” plays a big part in the middle section. She is described simply and directly, almost like another version of the narrator. When the poem says
and at the same time
it shows how torn the narrator is between empathy and self-preservation. The moment they decide to push her away,
is written plainly, which makes the guilt afterward land harder.
The poem’s turning point is when the narrator tries to rise and realizes
That line shifts the poem from fear into regret. Letting go didn’t save them, it actually made things worse. The following lines about going numb and drifting into the void keep the focus on exhaustion rather than a dramatic breakdown.
The ending introduces the figure who pulls them up. The narrator admits their fear,
and then their surprise when he lifts them up instead. The final lines,
are hopeful, but the poem does not pretend that the past disappears. The lingering guilt remains in
Personal Reflection
The moment that stands out most is the decision to let the phantom sink. It is written in a very plain way that makes it feel honest rather than symbolic. The line
shows that the narrator understands the full weight of that choice. It is not framed as the right thing or the wrong thing. It is just something they have to live with now.
Another strong part is the realization that they sunk even deeper after letting her go. It is a simple image, but it captures the idea that avoiding responsibility can create a different kind of pain. The poem never tries to cover that up.
The ending is interesting because it gives the narrator relief without pretending that the guilt goes anywhere. The rescue moment feels earned, not magical. The final dream imagery stays connected to what happened earlier in the poem instead of drifting into something unclear.
Closing Thoughts
The poem feels like it is about the cost of choosing yourself when someone else is sinking with you. The narrator survives, but the memory of what they left behind stays with them. Nothing about the ending tries to tidy that up. Even when they reach the surface and breathe again, the poem reminds us that the deeper parts of the ocean stay with them, especially in their dreams.
Great work! first of all, I haven't seen anyone using colours to represent feelings in their writing yet, so very creative! I also like how you use specific words to create an atmosphere, such as "Constricting" to describe the lungs, which sounds scary and shows panic. back to colours, you create a vivid picture, describing the contrast between all of the red, while searching for the blue. one piece of constructive criticism is maybe try to keep each sentence on its own respective line? the end of a line causes a natural break point, and having that break point between sentences can be a bit distracting, while having them at the end of each sentence will give them, as well as the sentence, more power. all in all, great story! Keep writing!