I want to hear rain again
like it felt before the PTSD.
water everywhere;
none yet clean enough to drink.
it’s like a metaphor for my life:
being stuck; drowning in myself.
Harvey
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I like the irregular formatting here – it forms a nice allusion to the erratic downward spiral you capture best in the final half-line, “drowning in myself”. Highly evocative, miserable, and all the more alluring conceptually for it. Well done.
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