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Drowning, Drowning

Drowning, Drowning

written by: Jose A. Tovar


I have often felt at the core of my bones
that whenever it rains, this shadow,
this hidden phantasm of chaotic nihilism
comes back leaking quietly into my soul.

I just float there (or fall?)
in the darkness of the void,
drowning, drowning…

No up.
No down.
Or forwards.
Or backwards.
Not even
a Heaven
or Hell.

What can I do?
What can I do?

Just lie in a bed of icy tears
and hope for my heart to freeze.

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