by A.J. Huffman
walking, a wavering well of conflicting
thoughts. Possibilities cling to me
like string. I cannot cut myself free. I am
confusion, perplexity, and disorder, tied
to an over-sized chunk of indecision.
I am barely treading water. I am trying
to swim in a pool of blood that holds
a shark made of my own vacillating skin.
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"I am trying to swim in a pool of blood that holds
ReplyDeletea shark made of my own vacillating skin"... brilliant description of a difficult human-way-of-being. Took a Poet to put it into words! Bravo!