First morning,
Harbouring these feelings,
All gone now,
Nothing to look forward,
Sickening to look back,
Too much, too soon,
Not enough, too late.

Hurt, alikened to drowning,
Fight for air,
Futile in its irony,
How I wanted every piece,
Just to hold on,
My efforts overpowered,
The water is cold,
And deep.

 

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