A swivet is a riptide.
Panic consumes you.
How do you stop from drowning?
Hopelessness smothers
You need to reach out
But exhaustion weighs you down.
It’s Purgatory
Your soul is crushed, confined.
You can’t escape.
Life’s despondency.
You don’t want to die
But you can’t go on living.
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My name is Kayla E. Green. I am a librarian, young adult author, and poet living in North Carolina. I love reading fantasy, collecting books, drinking cherry coke, and pretending to be a unicorn.
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