Swallowed by agony.
My very being a black hole.
My old ways suctioned to my back.
I keep looking over my shoulder,
wanting to have done it differently.
The agony of it all tied to my feet.
I am dropped in the lake.
The agony drags me to the bottom.
I struggle.
The last few bubbles pop on the surface.
I am silenced forever.
Glad to see your poetry again... I'm reminded how much the form lends itself to dark expression. When in deep water, Luv, become a diver... ;)
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