Six Feet Under
Don’t talk
I won't listen.
Don’t ask
I won't answer.
Don’t look
You won't see me.
Don’t listen
You won't hear me.
Anxiety’s prickly fingers
Scratching at my skin
Pulling me under
Drowning me.
One foot under...
Reaching out.
Two feet under...
Holding my breath.
Three feet under...
Still hanging on.
Four feet under...
Tightness in my lungs.
Five feet under...
Blackness all around.
Six feet under..
Damn I AM DEAD



This has a very songlike quality to it.
ReplyDeleteummmm ..
ReplyDeletewasn't it supposed to be a song ?
oh wait .. was it a poem
hmmmm!
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