Whirlpool

My mind is a whirlpool

My thoughts being mixed to concoct a man that I cannot see

I see myself drowning in that spiral of broken metaphors

The whiplash from the tide may be my end

I may be able to swim out, but I may not be strong enough

I wish for strength in this confusion

If I were to escape I could be on boat with crews

I can’t remember how long I’ve been swimming

Harpies sing songs of confusion and anger

They ask why I persist on swimming and tell me that drifting is always easier

But they keep me awake, crawling to the edge

Civilization is so close, just one more stroke, just one more kick, just one more

I climb the steps of the ocean, away from the deep hell, and towards the vast heaven

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Hungry for the marrow of life and all that it can give me and those around me.

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Sam Goble

Sam Goble

Hungry for the marrow of life and all that it can give me and those around me.

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