“Death Throes of an Argument”

Circling the drain
dirty water fills the lungs
pressure builds
muscles jerk and spasm
deprived of oxygen
deprived of hope
Logic flees in favor of emotion
reactions are impulsive
behavior is juvenile
We scream and rant
cry and beg, knowing
that only we will hear
Salvation is a daydream
ever just beyond
where greedy fingers reach
Pushed down, by unseen force
swallowed by the maelstrom
drifting in murk
The waiting, the calm,
freedom in surrender
a return to sanity

© M. Black, 2016 All rights reserved.


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