Sunday, April 24, 2016

Drowning in Slow Motion

I am both alive and dead at the same time. My existence is poetry written by an unknown hand, whipping me through time in erratic crests and troughs and leaving the depth of life heavy on my chest. The trouble is when you are numb, a fierce regret is all that can take it's place making you realize you've been drowning in slow motion for years.  So many years.

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful! I like the rhythem and amount of description. I think, even if the reader hasn't experienced something similar, it's easy to relate too.

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