Drowning
I stand at The Edge,
afraid to jump.
I didn’t used to be afraid.
Now, after everything, I am.
I look back, and see.
A hundred, more, faces.
All in my head.
I look back, I spot,
with my eyes,
two faces.
They tell me to jump.
I do.
They follow.
I feel cold.
I want to swim.
Up, down.
But I am frozen, sinking.
I won’t reach the empty in time.
I think, then.
So many faces.
Voices.
People.
So many mistakes.
This is a mistake.
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Posted Jun 14, 2022, 11:15 PM UTC
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