I swim here, and the man

Outside speaks again so that

I can no longer ignore his

Incessant, constant urgings.


“You young fool!” he screams,  “You move forward

With no doubt as if you

Were a fucking God.”

And I hear, turning to lap again.

~Keep Walking


About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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4 Responses to Swimmer

  1. Jingle says:

    I hear you clearly…
    so smooth word flow.

  2. Morganna says:


    Here from Jingle’s Thursday Poetry Rally.

  3. wow from me too

    fuckin’ amazing

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