Fire fills my lungs

and slowly with outstretched

arms I’m sinking.

Weightless and still

sinking, there’s nothing left

to grasp or so it seems.

Their beautiful faces, such

innocent youth, would they

feel misguided and alone?

Would the pain be temporary or

does it last a millennia?

*

Sinking further my body

twitches, heart and limbs contort.

There is no coming back and there’s

no glamour in it either. This sick game

is so tired. The fighting is old.

Nothing seems to satisfy

this ache and I fear nothing will.

I wanted to be enough, but

sometimes

not breathing,

like a sirens song, tastes so lovely.

*

Still sinking, my toes touch the bottom

and dark surrounding welcomes

my gaze.

Callous feet give way

to the years spent pleasing.

We’re all part of the same

current, he said, maybe just different

waters. I see your broken parts

too, I replied.

Those eyes barely awake

and screaming…

you’ll feel a ripple cross the

horizon never quenching the fire

beneath.

***