This pressure, I feel it. Like glacier filled water, how overwhelming this feeling is.
How overwhelming it is. Am I breathing? I can not tell.
Overwhelming this feeling, the glaciers long gone. Am I floating? It's dark here.
Up there, the light is far. This moment, now calm. No longer overwhelmed, the cold water now comfortable.
Growing, the bottom is getting closer. It's peaceful here. No noise, no bright lights.
How overwhelming that was. Am I breathing? Yes, yes I am.
That pressure, I feel no longer. Like empty water, how calming this feeling.
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Sentimental Nostalgia
PoetryJust poetry I've written, I'll post a poem a day. Each poem will have a song I was listening to that inspired me to write them. Some poems were written in different styles of poetry that I had done for my English class this year.
