It's gone on too long.
At this point,
All I know is numbness.
A weary existence, spent
Treading through deep water,
Only focused on searching for the shore.
Every movement is a drag.
My legs are buckling,
And each millimetre takes a century.
My head is above the surface,
And I can breathe just fine,
But every part of my body feels
Weak.
I feel like I'm going to be in the water forever.
Never drowning nor floating, just...
There.
I've been searching for days,
Months,
Years.
But not once have I seen the shoreline.
Just an endless stretch of water weighing me down.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PoetryA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
