Poem -
...existing...
How easy it becomes
To slip under
A submarine coasting
Sleek and unseen
Down past the radar
Where black oil is queen
all struggles over, no struggles
for air
the drowning no longer a trauma
or care
just a state of compliance
just a state of...existing...
viscious and darkened
no end, no begin
M P 27/1/22
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Gosh Marion this really brings the reader to the depths of numbness. Where we no longer feel attached to life. We merely exist, function until the inevitable happens and there is a sense of not even fearing that end, just biding time till it comes. An eerie read but one many will relate to I fear. Hugs xx
Many hugs Gwen xxx