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|Breathe| Unable to breath She gasped for air Caught in a whirlpool She felt herself sinking in the pool New plot twists and old drudgeries Kept pulling her down Fighting the tide She tried to atleast hold her ground The cold water Lashed against her skin stinging like a whip The bruise could not be seen But the burn was ever lasting The hopes ran low like the oxygen in fume filled air She struggled to breathe But was met with despair In a desperate attempt she clawed at the rock What came in her hand were pebbles falling apart They made her feel her hands were full Yet they were useless and could not save her from drowning. |Rabab| #exsitentialcrisis #drowning #angst #poet #writer #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #words #poems #poetrycommunity #wordporn #poetsofig #writersofig #spilledink #spokenword #instapoet #writerscommunity #creativewriting #writingcommunity #instapoetry #instapoem #poetic #thoughts #wordgasm #instaquote #literature #igpoets #igpoetry #womenwhowrite

Day 7: I'm so tired of hearing about these disappearing acts. And it took a while for me to find inspiration for a piece today but @j.self_ wrote powerful words on his ig story "Make America date again" and this poem flowed to me immediately. Entitlement is such a disease.

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