The feeling of clawing at the throat
It takes hold when you least expect it
The waves rising and falling
Just as your moods do
Do you break through the surface?
Or let it pull you under?
There's no time for thinking
Only the pull of your feet
And panic
Under the water
Reaching out
But it's too late
The current pulls you farther under
And no one helps
No one understands
How could they?
When just a few moments earlier
You had found comfort in the pull
The water envelops you
Slowly suffocating
Gargled bubbles reach the surface
But no sound
The sunlight slowly slipping away
And there's a sense of restless comfort
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I'll meet you at midnight | Collection of Poems
PuisiWords written from my heart to yours. A collection of feelings and memories that range from heart break, love, anxiety, depression, and other secrets we feel braver to say at night.
