Mar 12
The tarnished ripples lapped around my throat,
A necklace of infinite ocean.
Slack hands gripped my shoulders,
Pushing down, down, down from above.
Pressure swelled inside my skull,
Pressing into the notches of it's shell.
I endeavored to swim upwards, for sky, for air,
But I got nowhere.
The vast weight shoved me under, my struggle all the worse,
Weary limbs unable to protest
Against the molasses-like liquid.
My water collar tightened,
Toes gone stiff in the cold.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poesía365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
