Puddle Drowning
Nov 7, 2023
Frame of mind now up in smoke.
Time to step up but I always choke.
Find a way through the maze guess I won’t.
As I lose my ability to float.
The waves start to toss me around.
As I feel my self beginning to drown.
Anchored bottom of the sound.
Wearing the mask of a clown.
Said ‘there’s no need to fret
The waves were just to get your feet wet
Using your writing as the outlet
Into the hammock you sit’.
~Introverted Sage~
