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Untitled...12/30/25

"How do you think it feels to drown?",

people ask me.

An icebreaker, 

breaking the ice to see 

the inside of me

that I don't even see.

The side I only feel.

Because it's buried under the sand and dirt of the sea. 

Still they ask me questions, 

trying to find the hidden gems and treasures of me.

The things to see or sought to be seen 

when you read between the lines of what's not there. 

The pages line the streets 

with written words unread 

with lines,

lines of people 

speaking with the volume of a thousand seas

washing over me. 

Birds soaring above,

watching me. 

Hearing me. 

Seeing me. 

Watching me. 

Watching ME.

But what do they see?

The words I've written,

the things I've see,

are too damp to be dug up...

beneath the sand.

beneath the sea.

With these people standing over me, 

I can't breath.

I can't see.

I am drowning.

Dark corners that need to be dusted by people 

not willing to see what skeletons are hiding in the closet. 

When I get dressed every morning 

I feel like I'm drowning.

When I drink my coffee and tea

I feel like I'm drowning. 

When I get dressed and drink my coffee and tea

I feel like I'm drowning.

But beneath this deep dark sea 

it's hard to see the bodies

that have sunk to the sea floor.

And the little fishes they nibble 

on my arms and legs, 

I hear and feel their 

scratching and scratching 

but I can not see. 

And no one can see what I 

hear and feel at the bottom of this deep dark sea. 

With the sand and water washing over me. 

People find find the shells and things

glittering surrounding me.

But they still don't see what its like to be drowning.

So they ask me these simple questions to see 

the inside of me.

That's hard to find but not to feel.

Feeling around with your hands

beneath the surface of me. 

To find theres nothing there,

more like a shallow stagnant pond than a sea.

Theres not more to me.

So there's no need to ask

questions about what you can't see.

Because I am only what I feel 

and only what you see.

I am but a drop of fresh water

in a salty sea.

That is me.

And it sucks to be drowning.