Whirlpool

Thu, 09/08/2022 - 16:52 -- Onix

They're like a whirlpool. My thoughts. My life. My memories. My actions. I'm probably spiralling. But in a tortuously slow way. It's like I'm being pulled down into a swirl of water in slow motion. I dont know which way is up. Which way is down. Which way is left or right. All I know is that I'm slowly drowning. Slowly sinking. Slowly losing breath. I dont know when my limit is going to hit but all I can do is hope that someone finds me drowning and disoriented and finally pulls me out of this whirlpool.

This poem is about: 
Me

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