watching life crawl by
in the way that it does
feels as though
you're trapped on
a sinking ship.
you've crashed
against the rocks
lining the shores
one too many times
and now you're
s i n k i n g
into the unknown
below.
we fear the unknown
the same way we fear
inhaling the cold water
invading the ship
we're sailing on.
we don't want
our lungs to fail us
when the water
fills them.
we don't want
to crumble beneath
the weight of
the act of sinking.
we don't want to lose
everything
we've ever loved
even though
we always do.
life tastes
a little less sweet
and a lot like seawater;
the sweater
that curls
around the ship
and drags us
down
below.
YOU ARE READING
calm as chaos, clear as smoke ✓
Poetry❝𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.❞ a collection of poetry. title insp: bad luck by former vandal.
