Lost in Your Current
The elements of (painful) love
You're angry again
spit fire, ablaze, inferno.
I cover my ears.
Your harsh words, they grit
clog my arteries with sand
grind me down like earth.
"I'm sorry" blows in-
winds of change, vacant regret.
Sweet (saccharin) gusts.
Still, I drown in you.
Your promises dissolve me.
Lost in your current.
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F Cade Swanson
Queer dad from Virginia now living and writing in the Pacific Northwest. Dad poems, sad poems, stories about life. Follow me on insta at @fcadeswanson
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This was brilliant. So many images. That one about grit clogging arteries was excellent.
This is really gripping