Whirlpooling

Whirl-pooling,
pullin me down,
tryin to swim,
only to drowned.
Tears into deep waters.
Pools of ink.
I need a life raft?
Pull me out?
I'm gonna sink.
Jumping off,
Diving in,
Wasn't ready for the deep end.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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