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.

Published by theunicornwriter93

My name is Kayla E. Green, and I am a poet and writer. Follow me for book reviews, author interviews, bookish shop features, and my personal writing journey! Check out my collection of Christian poetry entitled Metamorphosis available on Amazon now!

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