Wading ankle-deep in the confluence of the error of my ways
Trying to avoid the rising tides, I seek higher ground
It is of no use
Storm drains are choked with the onset of the sudden storm
They simply can’t keep up
Water is now waist-deep and rain, driving and stinging, blinds me
I press forward
Forward through the discomfort and chill
Self-Asserting and proud
Forward
Always forward
The current swirls about me, yet I hold fast to the belief
I am in control
Pulled further afield, it has now met shoulder height
It continues to rise at an exponential rate
Its weight pressing against my breast
My breath comes in short desperate gasps
And yet I rationalize the churn, the dizzying spin
I am swept out to sea, the fool hearty victim of my own arrogance
And now alone, cold and unmoving
I sink, burdened by one stinging realization
No one is immune to the consequences
Not even me
None of us!
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