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Deep

Deep inside melancholy; drowning, here
wordlessly fighting, gagging fear,
while the world floats past.
Weighed down; the anxious waves, high
are pocketed with leaden sky
as darkness descends.
Sea sickening sensation; beyond the reach
of flags, planted on life's solid beach
in sunlight bathed.
Blood rushing nowhere, nowhere to hide
from the thrust and rising tide
of mixed emotions.
Short circuited; veins run unopposed,
connecting valves to surface closed
down, in depressions chambers.
Cold, so cold, a deathly chill
felt in amniotic fluid, still
doubting deliverance of self.
Heavy
Numb
I succumb.