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i - w r i t e

"why do you write everyday?"

tw: anxiety (mentioned more in detail than my other poems)

i write—

i drag my pen 

across the paper,

looping letters

to save myself

from the tightness—

the looping

i feel around my neck

from an anxiety

that never stops

pulling tighter,

holding me on the verge

of an insanity

that rips and claws at me,

silently, slowly,

and somehow

the clock

continues to tick,

dragging me closer

to a doom

and to an end,

and all the words i've penned

can only keep me afloat

until the rushing tsunami 

of demons and darkness and dread

pulls me under,

and not even you,

with your outstretched hand

and sun-dipped brown eyes

-that were once a sanctuary

for my soul-

can save me,

because i'm a drowned soul, now,

no one can dive after me

to save me

from this tumbling and turning

of my world ending,

and i guess you could say

i write to survive—

to write means to last another day,

but when  i do leave,

i'll leave

with more of a silence, a slipping away

than a bang,

sweet words on my tongue

that will taste like

memories

melodies

reveries,

or all three,

and i'll be

at peace

i guess longer poems ARE growing on me. i'm going to eat some breakfast now. remember to eat something today, ily:))

love,

mari