Here I am,
deep down...
deep down...
deep down into the dark night.
Swept up by
Sadness' stench.
I am floating nowhere.
I want to move my feet
one and then the other,
one and then the other.
I ****** my feet
faster than a boat propeller;
but I have two solid bricks of ice
where my toes used to be.
I am still floating,
deeper and deeper
into nowhere
until time and space
are lost friends.
Everything swiftly
slips
from my fingertips.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
Here I am,
deep down...
deep down...
deep down into the dark night.
Swept up by
Sadness' stench.
I am floating nowhere.
I want to move my feet
one and then the other,
one and then the other.
I ****** my feet
faster than a boat propeller;
but I have two solid bricks of ice
where my toes used to be.
I am still floating,
deeper and deeper
into nowhere
until time and space
are lost friends.
Everything swiftly
slips
from my fingertips.
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