God of Drowning

Sometimes I wish I’d never had anything at all,
Never touched anyone and never been found.
I’m not grateful and never at peace with love
After it’s gone, just empty as a promise, ruing
The trade of joy like bubbles in a glass for the
Hard labor of hours becoming alone, silence
Spreading like oil on water, aching and hard
At heart – the ocean heaving itself up in one
Heavy wave, scourge of the god of drowning.

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