The Fool's Whirlpool

Scream as you will and he’ll hug you tighter,

filling your lungs with warm specks of glacier.

Struggle as you want but you can’t fight nature

Of a maelstrom so intense he could break a lover.

A waterfall that soothes but calming never,

A tidal wave so strong he could spin fire.

You could send him a curse with every whisper

Or stab his heart with a shiny dagger.

You could banter, anger, flatter, or jeer,

Hoping he resides with a sorry whimper.

Sooner or later, however,

You’ll find it easier, even painfully better

to not escape this whirlpool forever.

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Dedicated to everyone who're stuck with the same old poison.

*Foot note:
This poem was written for Englishjer's #HundredHundred exhibition at Cooler Lumpur, Publika, last week. It was also illustrated by a talented guy (Instagram: @mista_paeh). Thank you for the opportunity!