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Waves

I fall again and again
to nothing but my own waves—
my own water drowns me.
I don’t reach for help;
I wish to be consumed by the monster
controlling the waves.
For he only wants me to sleep forever.
Tell me,
what’s wrong with wanting to give up?

— Armannveer Singh, Aug 03, 2026

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The central conceit—waves that come from the speaker rather than the sea, "my own water drowns me"—does real work here. It locates the source of the drowning inside the speaker, which turns what could be a generic ocean image into something more precise and unsettling. The line "my own water drowns me" is the strongest in the poem for exactly that reason: it is compact and self-contained, and it does not explain itself.

The repetition of "waves" across the opening and again in "controlling the waves" risks diluting that strength. When the image returns the second time it has shifted from the speaker's own water to a monster's domain, and the two frames compete rather than build. Consider whether the monster needs the waves attached to it at all, or whether letting it own a different element would keep the water squarely the speaker's own.

The turn toward "the monster" personifies the force in a way the earlier lines resist. "My own water drowns me" implicates the speaker; "the monster controlling the waves" hands agency to something external. That shift may be intentional—the pull toward wanting an outside force to take over is part of the feeling being described—but as written the transition is fast, and the monster arrives fully formed. A little more friction between the self-drowning and the wish to be consumed would let the reader feel the speaker relinquishing control rather than simply reporting it.

The closing question addresses the reader directly, and its plainness is a deliberate contrast to the imagery before it. Whether it lands depends on whether the poem wants to end on statement or on image. "For he only wants me to sleep forever" already carries the weight of the final thought; the question after it explains a feeling the preceding lines have earned. Trusting the images to hold that final beat, rather than naming the desire outright, is one option worth testing.

Given that these lines touch on wanting to give up and be consumed, it may help to know that support is available: in the US, the 988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline can be reached by call or text at 988.

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