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I've been pulled out to sea, Dragged underwater, Drowning. But physically, I am smiling and free.
Morning mist settles silently upon the pond. A chilling dampness curses this horrid ground. Nothing stirs or voices opinion. Once full of life, now desolate, cold. No frogs singing, dragonflies dancing, ducks diving.
Standing on the edge Looking down into the swirling abyss below That could be my watery grave Just a quick step forward And it would all be over Leaning forward Thoughts flooding in
A jumble of confusion, dreams, and people. Thrown into my world as I repeatingly starve for words. I toss these words bleached with emotion into heavy waters.