Irony

Drowning.

No air to breathe.

Everything Collapses

Around me.

Water rushes past

Current carries me away.

Where hath my companion gone?

Sleeping soundly in his bed.

This flood is within me.

Trapped, in a mirror of confusion.

If only I could understand.

But it’s too late.

I’ve been down this road

One too many times.

So I Let Go.

Of Everything.

I Am Free.