Down steps of dense despair
I drown in hopeless waters
Grasping bubbles filled with air
No final depth was found
Nor floating to the top
A sand-filled hourglass
Moves like minutes on a clock
Fatigue saps my strength
Widened eyes wish to close
While pressure builds a path
From deaf ears into my nose
As quick as lighting flashes
Water leaves my pooling lungs
Grabbed by ankles I'm above
As air finds my wanton tongue
Clenched teeth begin to break
I am back into the black
Like a dam holding water
Full of tiny little cracks
Few dominoes are left
Falling perfectly in form
This hell I live holds fury
To a perfect little storm.
-T.B. Williams
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