it’s a whirlpool of emotion and I’m fighting not to drown,
to lose myself to the negativity,
to lose the fight of being the most alive i can be.
i’m fighting myself
and you, and others
and i can never realize why.
i’m fighting to stay afloat
on a high that is my life
and to keep the low at bay.
the whirlpool is constant
but the current is never the same.
it burns like an electric fire,
breathing in the flames of pursuit
with a nasty undertone of sulfur and hate.