Sometimes, But Never, Drowned Down Poem by eve Taylor

Sometimes, But Never, Drowned Down



Time,

ticking past,

like a river trickling,

slowly it goes,

steadily,

floating me away,

occasionally though,

as if an ocean swell,

seemingly fast,

I feel a drowning urge,

I've learned,

it's only a surge,

after all,

I can breathe,

as time still passes,

I float on.

Sunday, November 4, 2018
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