Survive

 

Swimming in a sea of chaos and confusion,

Lost, trying to make sense of it.

Fighting the merciless undercurrent,

Pulling you under, bit my bit.

 

Walking through a fog, dense and thick,

Not knowing where you're going.

You quicken your pace to escape,

But instead it seems you're slowing.

 

Your cries of frustration go unheard,

Because your screams are internal.

For you believe you can't be helped,

To deal with this world infernal.

 

But in spite of this, still you keep going,

Continuing to exist, if not live or thrive.

 You may think yourself weak and pathetic,

But how strong must you be to survive?

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