As I wade through these waters,
Cold, damp and up to my knees;
Looking forward to my next step,
Rolling up my sleeve;
When upon a sudden depth,
I plunge...
Deeper into my blackened sea;
Unable to swim
Dropping to one knee;
Wounded by my needle,
I BLEED...
Feeling,
as if only moments from my last breath,
I cough with relief.
Trapped in a vortex,
As the swirling waves engulf me...
Vision blurs,
As I last dry heave;
My chest begins to seize...
Unable to swim;
As I reach my reality.
Wounded by the needle ,
I BLEED...
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC
As I wade through these waters,
Cold, damp and up to my knees;
Looking forward to my next step,
Rolling up my sleeve;
When upon a sudden depth,
I plunge...
Deeper into my blackened sea;
Unable to swim
Dropping to one knee;
Wounded by my needle,
I BLEED...
Feeling,
as if only moments from my last breath,
I cough with relief.
Trapped in a vortex,
As the swirling waves engulf me...
Vision blurs,
As I last dry heave;
My chest begins to seize...
Unable to swim;
As I reach my reality.
Wounded by the needle ,
I BLEED...
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