Challenge
Darkness
It has to be a poem and fit with the theme.
pulling
It’s pulling me
the swirling hand of the depths of who knows
And I’m being drowned
nobody on the land can hear my screams
because they’re the silent type
ones i brush off as easily as one would a piece of lint on a sweater
my eyes are drooping
a storm is brewing
and the riptide is pulling me
out to sea
to isolate me
and to let me die
and at this point
its a sweet relief from the relentless bartering from the sea as it turned against me
and pulled me
down
down
down
down
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