July 2016 by Andy Brown

I am not a silent poet

I wade into dark water

I cannot swim

I live in bleakness

I do not blink

I exist in eddies of experience

I will not explore

I pray pleasures of prison

I cannot swim

I know addiction as an ally

I do not blink

I sense sanctuary of the cave

I will not explore

I caress, claw, contemplate suicide

I cannot swim

I flatter fetid floor of my failure

I do not blink

I fear success and solitude

I will not explore

I drown in defined darkness

I do not swim, blink or explore

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