A sense of drowning, I cannot elude,
In this interminable solitude,
There are so many holes in my bedroom,
Pouring water in gouts of sea-green blooms,
But when I flee from these confining walls,
The sound of rushing water follows all,
Even the city is littered with holes,
Gaping like oceanic nightmare-souls,
Swallowing consciousness without pity,
Alone, I seek high ground in a sinking city,
But before I can find that hallowed ground,
My shadow – that traitor – swallows me sound,
I struggle to breathe, drowning in my fear,
Choking on seawater, salted with tears.
Inspired by the brief exchange of comments with LC over at LCPoetry. If you have stumbled upon my discarded recollections, do be decent and give their work a look.
Discarded Recollections 
I enjoyed every single one of these lines.. so profound and simple at the same time.
I am very grateful and thank you for this wonderful post. Immensely appreciated🙏🏻
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It is I who should be grateful to you for your writing – It feels like I only just manage to scrape away enough inspiration from my life nowadays, so again thank you for reminding me of the poor sunken city of Ys with your own poetry, and thank you for taking the time to comment.
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