Something Like This

There is a genuine wish in the drowning heart
to give up the fight.
It wars with the silent squalling hope that is
the need to survive.

The ambient white noise of her head is fading,
letting in the outside world,
and it is a painful thing, to drown here, to let yourself be overwhelmed
by all its noise
and messy dissatisfaction.

You can’t escape,
if you are in the here and now, and for some of us,
you might as well be drowning;
you’ve never learned to swim in something like this.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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2 Responses to Something Like This

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Jones, what’s this about? You okay out there?

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