I wasn’t watching
my step
and I slipped
and now I’m sinking
there’s nothing
exotic or adventuresome
in this struggle
I seem
helpless
to fight its narcotic pull
disconnected
despairing
and lonely
details upon
problems upon burden
upon miseries
weighing down my shoulders
pushing down
on my head
I watch the world
hustling by
noisy
unaffected
and laughing
as I sink further into
this blue quicksand
I try and stay calm
and say to myself
“I’ve been here before
and I’ve always
gotten out”
so I wait it out
playing calm
against panic
waiting for someone
or something
to throw me a line.
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