LIFE
As I drown deep into the ocean,
I struggle to come back to life.
I go down and down and down,
fearing for my life.
All I see is blue,
the colour which has become my foe.
I push my hands and pedal my legs,
scared I might lose my breath.
I try so hard not to die,
for I, have a beautiful life.
I use my strength to the fullest I can,
and start swimming;
like a deer running for its life.
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I wrote this poem last year, when I was struggling to adjust to the changes around me.
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PoetryThe place that I live, is inside my head. And the only place apart from that, is in a piece of paper. There's no in-between. | I think, you feel. I I write, you imagine. I I bleed, you heal.
