Submersion

Everything is different
When I’m under;
Just a dim gaze looking
up through the murk.

Stop the fade;
The clatter of
Voices in my head
Is waking up.

Tracing the streets,
Untouched by timid yellow;
Wan gleam of
Fallen leaves and taxi-tops.

Wilted fingers clutch
For colour,
But the slow wither
Leaves me just a husk.

My brittle lining
Shivers for the slash;
Marbled veins will
Run with red.

So far from the surface;
Oh my brother,
I, am lost
Underneath.

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