I was swimming;
I was
Strong
Confident
Powerful
Treading through the only current
That was
Strong
Confident
And powerful enough
To keep up with me
And my needs
When suddenly the current
Was manipulated; as liquids usually are
Into a massive funnel
With a spout too small
For me to even kind of conceivably fit through
The current is gone
But I’m still curled up
I am still
Weak
Timid
Useless
Against this smooth, slippery surface
Still wet with that current’s touch
Yet so, so, very
Alone
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 4:58 PM UTC
I was swimming;
I was
Strong
Confident
Powerful
Treading through the only current
That was
Strong
Confident
And powerful enough
To keep up with me
And my needs
When suddenly the current
Was manipulated; as liquids usually are
Into a massive funnel
With a spout too small
For me to even kind of conceivably fit through
The current is gone
But I’m still curled up
I am still
Weak
Timid
Useless
Against this smooth, slippery surface
Still wet with that current’s touch
Yet so, so, very
Alone
A free verse piece with no other purpose than to vent my own emotions.
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