Artax
There are days I am certain the sad will get me:
When the morning mist feels like cloying embrace
Instead of awesome softening
When blurred margins feel like bleary eyes
Instead of relief from reality’s jagged edge
When even the mud has an inordinate gravity
Ready to pull me under at the slightest misstep
I know you are here
I know you are with me
But the swamp is in my soul
If I go under
Do not let me take you down with me
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I really love something about the very first and last lines. I can’t tell if it’s the rhythm or the ending on “me” but it’s really, really nice! Also loved “cloying embrace” and “bleary eyes” <3