Poem: Turbulence

To be swept up in a roaring deluge,
tossed on a dark tumultuous current. To be
flung ’round bends without mercy, without
care, without sentience. To be torn from
familiarity and composure, grasping for a
handhold, an anchor, a breath, a moment of
clarity. To be dragged under into vicious muffled
violence. To be lost. To be gone.

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