Forces and currents,
Of turmoil and storm,
Streams of anger,
Ages of wrath
Isolate me in the center,
Centered in my heart,
The calmness flows
Flows slower than the rapids
Rapids that want me breathing
But just barely, so barely
I'm almost dead, dead to
The world around, yet
Alive in the cruelest sense
Sense the shifts from side
To side, that shift my mind
From the focus of life
Focusing my thoughts,
Through torture that's nice,
On immaterial garbage
Garbage that floats in the rapids
Rapids that want me dead,
Death by river,
Current or stream
Rapids shift,
Rapids in my dreams
-Poem Fanatic
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