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A Quiet Drowning

Mahvish Nazir

Poetry

The chest is heavy, throat tightening
Hands trembling, mind wandering.
Though quiet but, never quite silenced.

Trying to force out the darkness;
Vision blurred, speech slurred...
Drowned in my own mind, sinking deep

Lost like in the sea
Surfing the waves,
Breathing and alive
Yet, dead inside.

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