All I have are questions
and the interrogation runs on repeat
a cycle like the tide
dragging and pushing
so I can never be still
And the flailing effort
to stay afloat
leaves me too exhausted
to find my feet
for more than a second

But that’s just long enough
to remind me again and again
that the sweet thrill
of the moment in contact
is only ever fleeting
and will always be displaced
by spiralling down
head first
alone
into the hopeless, familiar dark
without any certainty
or even any care
whether something or someone
will break my fall.