I am wading In my own Muck and mire. Too much fire For a fish that needs Motion/swell/ a tide Deep sea.
I am too far within me With no vision Of the other side I am alive And breathing But canβt bear The weight Of feeling. Plagued I am of Nightmares And broken Sleep. A one way street Facing The wrong Direction. I am sections Of fractions Of fragments Of me. [So very ******* tired]