Pull

I've decided to write poems again. Here's one called Pull.

You're cresting on
a downward spiral

of blues and pinks
dark purple, red.

You're riding
on the wave of
maybes
that you've conjured in your
head.

You know the waters
of imagining will fling
you up,
towards impossible -

and drop you

careening towards
reality
10 ticks past
careful.

You know
the harsh ground is
going to rise

You're only seconds
from your fall

Soon you'll trade
the pain you seek for
a pain you
can't escape.

You know you'll inhale bits
of salty-fresh false memories

and sputter to choke while
trying to
breathe in the truth.

But for the moment
you close your eyes

and let the current carry you.

You quiet your
mind and

enjoy

the lies.

Here's to you, thanks for following. Tell me what you think this poem is about.
I hope to post and comment much more often. :)

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