Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2021
i sink into stability 
trying to push away the idea
that despite myself
i may float to the surface
finding i am no longer immersed
the chaos and uncertainty
a landscape i can't escape
wet drops of peace sliding off my skin
evaporating into my surroundings
as if they had never been
not a prognosis
Written by
not a prognosis  27/F
(27/F)   
  548
         ---, 2024, ---, guy scutellaro, --- and 15 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems