Poem -

Pull the plug!

Pull the plug!

A blurry
Image
The ceiling
The water
Around me
I'm feeling
Suffocated breathing
My chest
Caving in
A heart breaking
My eyes
Widening
A pulsating knife
Has been
Pulled out
Sinking to
The bottom
Tension building
Head pounding
Hands untangled
But...
I've stopped
fighting
Life I'm
Forging
I'm still
Searching
So...
Am I drowning?
Am I numb?
Where is the plug?
Pull the plug!

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Tony Taylor

Dear Poet Brother WAYNE!!..... this is friggin' brilliant!!..... in looking at some of your other stuff on your page.... it seems to me you have a VERY serious gift for this kind of formatting and intensity in your poetic manifestations!!..... you brought this whole idea of drowning & rebirth to a truly compelling level here!!.....ALL STARS!!....PINNED for perfection .....LÔVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ♥???

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Wayne Stubbs

Wow! Thanks Tony! Do you think so? Such kind words poet brother ? thanks ever so much, I very much appreciate your support! ??

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author
StevieC

This is a really deep and reflective piece of work pal! Love how you have paced this  and how well it flows- Nice work Wayne!

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