The overwhelming tide: a poem

pulled by invisible cords

knotted and hooked

caught in the heart

fighting to choose which direction hurts least

but no choice leaves no damage

lists upon lists written in pain

ignore rest and suffer

rest and still suffer

clamouring voices invading peace

poking and scratching at well-being

committed and promised

too much

too much

but it is expected

time drains in darkness

light fades

push onward

work each hook free

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