Treading in the Trenches



How quick the spiraling tugs close in


A void so deep

swimming up sinks you further down


Restless ticking hands swatting away

attempts to pass the time towards better hours


Eyes pulled down, too heavy to lift towards the light

lids slamming shut where instant ease from it all rests


A crunched up body numb to motion

curling into every crease

Limbs hugging the comfort of soft support


Power lines loosing their sparks

switches slowly dimmed


A presence subdued

Wrapping itself away

Tucking into escape


-MWAM

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South Africa

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