A paucity of air clings to my lungs as I sink further into what life could be.

Wishing away, living a dream, all the while toying with time’s dominating hand.

Swim, they tell me, so indeed I swim against the ominous currents of the sea.

Chills prick my skin like toxic thorns while my eyes cascade into the abyss.

Mesmerized by the vivid darkness, I hold still, secure in the arms of the somber skies. 


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem: 



that's deep


Thank you 🙂

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