Ink
Struggling to float, to swim, to survive.
A sea of worries, words and woes.
It’s all too much
I want to let go
Give in to the pull, the suck, the beast.
The infamous beast of inky institution.
The black viscous waves sap my strength.
The inky beast tugs at my arm, my thoughts, my mind.
I try to hang on,
But what cost?
My sleep? A friend? My sanity?
NO.
My happiness.
