The Bottom of New Life
Drowning.....From the surface
Too much contaminated freedom
So many panicking responsibilities
I can't catch my breath
My arms flail
As I lift them in the air
I have given up
My organs have failed
Under the surface I go
And I open my eyes
Seclusion is extinct
A revelation to my mind
Lungs filling to capacity
With all of life's burdens
I try to hold on
But it adds more worries
Feet at the bottom
Something feels different
I can only live freely
At the bottom of the ceiling
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