Brooding melancholy
deep waters normally so still
stirred suddenly by great
whales of hate and anger
I think maybe I am drowning
the light from the commonly encountered
is distant and dappled
far away
unreachable
I kick my legs
I will fight this
I will swim
I curse
I struggle
then
defeated
I drift
limp
I know
I will reach the surface eventually
I know my body
will break through the film of the gloom
face first
wide mouthed and gasping for air
eventually
eventually
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