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Surfacing From Asylum
Not
morose thoughts
of life after death
surfacing,
air escaping,
dreaming of some
accepting heaven.
Not
foolish thoughts
to finalize
surfacing,
but escape,
dream of some
haven embracing
a lone refugee.
Why
do these
minuscule prisoners
seek asylum,
to free my brain?
They teem
and bond and
offer credence
surfacing,
clouds of steam
producing enough water
to send
a surging river
seeking, yearning
freedom of thought: break
the levee.
to fill the emptiness, we fill it with something, anything until we run out and there is nothing left but the idle workings of a mind seeking sanctuary.
Addendum: This is my punishment. This is my burden. For trying too hard, for never giving up and realizing I flow away from all into a sea of discontent that really is just a watery grave of remorse for what could have been, not diverted before true sorrow and ultimate emptiness collide. Someone, just drain me. I haven't the strength to reach for the plug.
And if I could just comment on that: So dramatic, right? I mean, that's what they would say. Everyone always looking for flaws in something like a Holmes. Yeah, they got me. I'm some big mystery, a plight on other's lives. There it is again. I see it now. Yeah, dramatic.
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