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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