DrowningA Poem by G.M~drowning in myself~Drowning. I am drowning. Not from lack of air or water gushing into my lungs, I am drowning in myself. There is a weight, That cannot simply be called ‘baggage’ because, It is constant, and baggage, well that’s temporary. It is a dragging, lagging, staggering kind of burden, One that kicks, pricks and sticks under your skin, Slowly unraveling the mystery, and the makeup, of the human
mind. Searching for the cracks and issues, It forms deep rifts and used tissues. Forever creating havoc and chaos, It goes un-noticed. How? There is a weight, That cannot simply be called baggage because, It is so much more. It is darker, starker and a disorder. It is a destroyer, a breaker, a human devastator That knows neither end nor cure. Only consumption, Of a person, of a soul, of a human, I am drowning. Not from lack of air or water gushing into my lungs, I am drowning in myself. © 2014 G.MAuthor's Note
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Added on June 19, 2014 Last Updated on June 19, 2014 AuthorG.MNelson, Tasman, New ZealandAboutI'm 17 years old and live in New Zealand. I lived in England for most of my life but now I'm over here. I love to write and would appreciate any feedback to improve my work:) I am unsure about the f.. more..Writing
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