Do not pull me in
pull me down
where I sink
not swim
I will wallow
be consumed
in the depths
not the shallows
weeds of sorrow
wrap my limbs
holding me
forgotten tomorrow
escaping tear
cascades
throat constricts
no air here
darkened quicksand
molasses mud
smothering sadness
an empty hand
(C)2018 Catherine Elder
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