Retrogression.

by Poet on the Piano   Jul 21, 2020


One bolt of
lightning
and my heart
prepares itself
for a funeral;
I can't be
your spark,
anymore.

The flood
extinguishes
the fires I set
in my mind.
The gutters
overflow,
like every
chance I had
at an escape.

The deluge
will drown us,
and though
you may try to
stay afloat
amidst it all,
don't ask
me to swim
when I've been
living below
the surface
for too long.

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Rania Moallem

    Wow MA.. <3

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    by Star

    Oh my this is powerful..

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