I'm slipping under A sea of responsibilities And benign love I'm invisible As I gasp for air Reaching out Grasping onto promises That fall like anchors Off your lips I couldn't want You to see me Anymore than I need To take my next breath
08/07/2017
Posted on 10/10/2022Copyright © 2024 Patricia J Reed
Well expressed!
You have a fine touch for brevity, metaphor well used. Love those last four lines.