Texture (grammatically messy perhaps difficult)

Mundane existence
The everyday
News of tragedy on a cold winters day
No rhyme
No reason
Irrational being
Screaming inside
While the rest remain silent
Though far from a vow
Encapsulated in a vastness of ignorance
Submerged in the deep blue,
Is it not time to break on through?
Darkness sets in
It’s all around me
It envelopes me
Breathing made difficult
No air for my lungs
Cello strings fill my head
Eyes closed
In the deep abyss
Bubbles rising
So do I chase
eventually reaching surface
As I crack the egg
The light pours in
Warmth takes over me
I can breathe again
Air fills my lungs
As fair weather clouds glide effortlessly


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