Drowned in Thought, by Jordan Caldwell

In a wake of passing thought

          I feel a wave of long regret

                   invoking flames within my heart.

It bites and fights to bring the dead

          and with a rush of rolling dread

                   the surface seals above my head.

There goes the light,

          at last it’s gone,

                   the dark creeps in, within my bone.

I drowned today

          not lacking air,

                   but in a pool of black despair.

Tomorrow I will breath again,

          a ripple maybe, where the wake had been.

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