sinking

A Poem by Didi Portia

dragged under by the silent, screaming winds,
held under by an unseen internal force that spins
my mind a thousand wayward directions-
bringing my soul to spread fear and contagious infections

while my body lays just below the surface
parts of me non-physical prioritize their purpose,
for i am just a vessel, one cog, to die imperfect
means my body was never worth it