I feel the weight of years closing in like slowly rising tides.
Pressure on my skin, sinking into my lungs.
Decades crash over me like waves.
Seal me in. Hold me down.
Drowning in the past I refuse to look at,
in a past that isn't there to see.
And in that burning dark there is no sound,
no sight,
no breath,
no me.
A life
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