Cease to Exist
And there I find myself once again,
lost at sea,
searching for something to save me and pull me to land.
I wonder how long I can stay afloat
as I tread these treacherous waters.
I wish that I could find a way
to be at some sort of equilibrium,
where I am not either drowning in a valley
or hanging on for dear life
on the top of a mountain.
I would not mind if by some point this week
the ground swallowed me alive
and I ceased to exist.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world