The Wrong Pool

February 22, 2022

Dusty thoughts lining dusty lips.
Words uttered until bleeding through.
Emotions cutting with no cauterisation.
Drank further down, digging deeper.
No end is in sight and losing path.
Fevered clutching scratches new pasts.
Building further in a widened berth.
Changing lanes and crashing

The words tumble on to a confused audience.
Difficult connections with harder ways to solve the problems.
Heat needed to quell, to sleep, to look back at the burns.
Sorrys carried ever more to put out the buildings flame.
Too late they feel as the rising heart beats in thick thuds.
Taking hits with calmed resolve until the pressing raises inside.
Lost face from the pushes taking patience away.
Disgusted at the self for dropping to depths unwanted

Swimming like I’m running out of breath.
Trying to make sense of the lines.
Smoothing the waves but crashed further.
Building more to points of drowning.
Grabbing the sides with bad results.
Slipping and hitting against the rocks.
Head throbbing from the granite punches.
Blood trickling down tired eyes

Praying for the tides to settle.
A break in the waves to allow oxygen.
For only seconds past it rises again.
Visceral intent feels certain.
An explosion deals blow after blow.
Poking to raise ghosts again.
Another round in the mechanical pool.
Thrusting again for more shadows gone

Whirl-pooled blows repeat the last swim.
With only redness building around.
Showing off its stay like a suntan.
Its handle bares too much.
Trying to keep the swim straight.
But weak arms stop the exercise.
Body sinking from the shattered verse

I can’t swim anymore

But I still am sorry I said I could

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