How do I cope with the scope of
My desperation:
Sights set on life, ending survival,
The machinations
Of hope? or just a revival
Of respiration?
They tell me, "It's easy. Just breathe."

As if my head's above water.
Titanic burdens are making it harder
To swim for the surface,
When surest of verses
Are siren calls. Curse this!
This madness,
This Spartanic dredge odyssey!