Bottom

finally found the bottom of things
at the dryness of this cup
wrestled all these mutinies
from recycled carbonated ennui
before it overflowed

in this liquid I see visions:
you seemed to moved on just fine
while I’m all trying to unwind
we marshaled all our energy
marching into a marshland
which drained away vitality
no scant time to count casualties
the troops fell like flies
the rest fled like spies
You’d hold up my head above water
use me as floatation fodder
I’m simply a man of emotions
filled to the brim

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