Flood

It is so easy

To get lost in the current of the river of your thinking

Trapped up in swirls

Spinning around with that pleasant ache in the pit of my stomach

Hoping it will stop, but secretly willing it to go on

Easy to get lost

Hard to get out

When the uncontrollable path of the water

Overtakes my strongest attempt at escape

And I am suddenly just another piece

Of flotsam in your flood.

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