Puddle Drowning

Introverted Sage

Frame of mine now up in smoke
Time to step up but I always choke
Find a way through the maze guess I won’t
As I lose my ability to float

The waves start to toss me around
As I feel myself beginning to drown
Anchored - bottom of the sound
Wearing the mask of a clown

Said ‘there’s no need to fret
The waves were just to get your feet wet
Using your writing as the outlet
Into the hammock you sit’.


  • Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 16th, 2023 21:26
  • Category: Forgiveness
  • Views: 3
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