12 June, 2011 at 00:22 (Uncategorized)

I am drowning, screaming, crying,
all the noise inside is building
then
your voice, like water,
is that oasis of calm
and the storm subsides.
The swamp and sludge of it around me
sinks and piles in upon my skin
until I feel that I must fall
beneath it’s hideous weight
and
your voice
in the sunlight
stops the sludge from building,
me from sinking
and
I can handle anything
with you.

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