What It Feels Like Caught In Life’s Undercurrent

A Short Poem

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It keeps moving,

shifting like a fog

dense and suffocating

through the smog

thickened by your ideas

trapped within your lungs

like second hand smoke

looking to choke

catching breath

every time exhale

is released.

Dragging me under

I bob back to the surface

like a cork being pushed

down and I gasp for

air willing it to end

as the tide keeps going,

I’m caught in its undercurrent

crashing, receding

repeating the process

clawing to the surface

barely breaking the waves

to try to breathe again

just breathe

I repeat,

just breathe.