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Passing through

I see you staring from the street Our eyes at a brief meet It's not like we could speak For words utterance makes us weak It's been awkward since then You trying hard to become a man You're praying hard not to falter Wish I could scream it from an alter I've tried to move passed this Every person since being a miss I can't help but wonder If you've had as many blunders We've changed, but not enough Feel like without you, I've gotten tough Out exteriors so soft and sweet But the chill in my chest gives me cold feet Talking again would be really nice But a person like you doesn't take that vice Instead we'll stand here across the street Running from each other without a second beat

Drowning

It used to be a calm, open ocean, the beaches were clean, the sunset , bright and vast across the sky before dwindling into a chasm-like darkness. It wasn’t ever a cold darkness, just comforting, and like a canvas which sprinkled bright stars across the sky.

Now that ocean has become ravenous, the beach floor covered with glass, plastic and oils, the once sandy floors barely visible. Once you try to dip your feet, you’re only swept away by the harsh torrent, you, an air breather only trying to swim atop the relentless waves, but only getting swept up again in a sea of agony.

Your lungs fill to the brim, and your arms try to wane against the water in a desperate attempt to float again. Another wave hits and you’re sent tumbling, your back wounded and bleeding from the debris on the floor and you only feel the void take you.

You call for help, but the guard at the podium looks away, ignoring your plight as they have other waters they need to wade. Your eyes are red from salt and the despair that no one wants to, no one will save you unless you learn how to swim.