Found a poem I wrote a few years ago, back when I wasn’t writing:
They are celebrity
Respectably
Socially
The epiphany of what we are
They taste the sun
It turns them on
It makes them feel
At one with God
They think I’m waving
Yet I’m drowning
No substance here
Just white-teethed-fear
They think it’s easy
But it’s hard
Just too damn hard
To live apart
Submerged
I’m trying
Hopelessly dying
Like all those wasted days
So take the scars
Of what we are
taste the release
Of empty hearts
Sinking deeper
I’m fading quicker
With every breath
That never comes
Author S. K. Nicholas 
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