Drown

A whirlpool between my eyes,

reflected

is my disguise.

Is it whom I truly see?

Does my vision fail me?

My throat,

sews shut.

My mind,

dead in the water

My demons are asking why I bother.

Isn’t there any other

way to escape those suffocating depths?

I’m drowning from nothing

but it feels like it’s something,

and that feeling won’t shake.

I can no longer navigate,

lost,

consumed by my fate.

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