Saturday, June 11, 2016

A Declaration

You want my hand
to help you up
and save you,
but I'm in the deep end
drowning too.

What am I supposed
to do now
when you keep
pushing me down?

You are quick-set concrete
on my feet
creeping up my ankles,
my knees,
my thighs,
my elbows,
my neck,
my eyes
until I disappear.

There is no time
for fear.

Sink or swim,
this is not where I end
and you begin.

This is war.

1 comment:

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