And yet lilting and wilting and coasting, too. Pushed and pulled by this monstrous swell, and dragged back under the blue.
I’m never sure I can feel it approach, like a lioness masked downwind, prowling in the Serengeti plains.
And yet I feel it’s claws sink in, the teeth pierce the prickled hairs standing to attention, the pain lasting for days.
What wicked creator would trouble me so, be it magical or scientific or will we ever know? To burden and begrudge me respite and peace?
Sleep saw it coming and ran for the hills! A pillar of strength you were, my slumbering chum, you’ve been AWOL for weeks!
A miserable comfort settles gently on my chest, weighing but a feather’s whisper at first. But it outstays the welcome I gestured (of course),
And I can’t get rid so easily for it now weighs as much as the Titanic that sunk & I’m sinking as well and I’m shit out of luck
And the ache is a swell all of its own that moans and groans and wants me to know that it’s there,
I’m not letting go!” it cries.
Pitiless and eager and willing to show, meandering & mooning its face in the damp evening glow.
Swell, sweep me under and keep me there please. I know I can’t breathe but at least I’m at peace.