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i am drowning

the water holds my throat in it's icy grip,
my legs try to alleviate the pain by surging upwards
only for my body to be dragged back down,
but I do not allow myself to sink into the void.

i am drowning.

there is a cacophony of constant noise in my brain,
work slowly creeps closer to me,
holding pencils as weapons, and deadlines as motivation for this ambush,
but I do not allow myself to sink into the void.

i am drowning.

my eyes hold my pain,
they shriek, and they bawl, and they yell,
nothing can terminate the torment,
but I do not allow myself to sink into the void.

i am drowning.

the bathtub is my grave,
the running water from the faucet acts as my eulogy,
my body does not fight back like it once had,
and I allow myself to sink into the void.

i am not drowning.

i am saving myself.

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So I suppose this poem has more of a story behind it than some of my others. If you didn't quite get it, it's about a girl and she almost drowns at the start of the poem in the sea, but she does not die. She then feels like she is being drowned by work and her own emotions, and likens that experience to her experience drowning beforehand. I think the last stanza kind of explains itself...

I think it's a sad poem, but I actually really like this one. I think it came out better than some of my others. Feedback is welcomed with open arms so please give me some, it really helps me improve as a poet and I take all of it on board.

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