Resurgam
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Descending down into the depths, driving
Every ounce of vital oxygen out.
My lungs shut down and I’m past reviving.
My vision blurs as my mind fills with doubt.
I can’t go back. Not now. I’ve gone too far.
Letters, words, and sentences
Are fashioned from the
Black scratches that stain
The pure beauty of innocence.
Writing their own story,
The murky thoughts turned
Into something lovely.
