tiredofit
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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.
