Young Writer Drowns, No Water Found, Just This Poem

Do you ever

feel like you’re drowning,

Not from water,

but from time?

 

Too much pressure

over top of me,

too much pressure

within me.

 

I’m choking on

sand from time’s hourglass.

 

Sputtering from

the words in my throat.

 

Asphyxiation sets in,

My soul writhing, writhing,

My head pounding, pounding.

 

There’s no rhythm here,

there’s no meaning here.

 

I’m panicking,

No breath,

Can’t breathe.

I’m panicking.

 

And yet,

the clock still runs.

The words still need writing.

 

Save me.

I need time.

I need words.

 

Spiraling,

I need more,

MORE!

 

There’s not enough,

There’s not enough.

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