I write XXXIV
There's a whirlpool
That's pulling at me
With a silent whoosh
It's deafening me
I throw my hands up
Trying to push back with all my might
Forgetting the pull of gravity
There's no getting out of this plight
I think of the good times of my life
And smile away, then realize
I might not see the light of another day!
Struggling, gasping for breath,
Getting tired, I want to give up the fight
But I want to live
Says a strong voice from within
And live I will, alright.
I thrash my legs
And open my eyes that were
till now shut really tight.
I push myself out of that bottomless pit of despair
And I come here and write.
-May2
That's pulling at me
With a silent whoosh
It's deafening me
I throw my hands up
Trying to push back with all my might
Forgetting the pull of gravity
There's no getting out of this plight
I think of the good times of my life
And smile away, then realize
I might not see the light of another day!
Struggling, gasping for breath,
Getting tired, I want to give up the fight
But I want to live
Says a strong voice from within
And live I will, alright.
I thrash my legs
And open my eyes that were
till now shut really tight.
I push myself out of that bottomless pit of despair
And I come here and write.
-May2
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