Drowning short poem

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Some days, I drown like a piece of paper
to the bottom of the valley
that has stains of my fear.

Some days are harder than the rest
and floating becomes my only quest,
brewing has no reason and I seek peace.

Some days, are nothing but a mess
and my heart gallops and growls,
and sounds like an empty bowl.

Some days, tremble keeps me awake
and I find red, blue and white the best,
who said I can’t swim and survive?

Someday, somewhere redemption awaits,
but before, there are puzzles of solitude
sowed in my mind for decades.

Someday, I will be a bygone
But before that I wish to leave a piece of me
In the memories of all those close.

Some days, I drown like a piece of paper
To the bottom of my thoughts
Where I am nothing but a piece of paper.

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Drowning short poem

I was not indifferent to graffiti but oracle was telling a different story of embellished arms race about the mathematics of terror. Less comprehensible I presume. But who was transparent and simple today. A wisp was rising among the hills.