With cinderblock feet
And hands tied together
The man is held captive
By the thoughts in his head
A feeling of drowning
Though water’s not present
But by the same token
No lifeguard’s here either
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
With cinderblock feet
And hands tied together
The man is held captive
By the thoughts in his head
A feeling of drowning
Though water’s not present
But by the same token
No lifeguard’s here either