The heaviness in shouldering each day...
The pointlessness of most activity...
The loneliness ‘cause I’ve nothing to say...
Overboard; no ship in proximity.
The weakness maintaining constant defense...
The listlessness for want of real meaning...
The weariness from keeping up pretense...
Surrendering; I’m tired of struggling.
Words read at that moment become a light
Piercing layers of the watery grave,
An arm thrusting through with surprising might
Pulling me back to the surface to save.
Gasping for air, clinging to the reason
I’ve found will to live another season.
June 2016
June 2016
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