Poem -

Struggle

i struggle
constantly
a bobbing head
above water
but barely
just enough to see,
but without the ability
to do 
anything else

they see
but they don’t really see
by that
i mean 
they’ve decorated 
nice
rosy
blindfolds
for themselves

the words that I say
float
they hear me 
elaborate
which they mould to
evaporate
and 
here I am
unheard 
unknown 
elaborating on my own evaporation
by being.

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