Devotion

There is so much feeling one invests in another person. Throwing money at your investment until your investment worsens. The memories, these re-occurring memories are exceeding my abilities to cope, its killing me. I hope that I can breathe beneath this ocean that tries choking the oxygen out my throat. I gasp for air but the thoughts are still there swimming, skimming across memory lane resurrecting so much pain. I stop, look below me there is hate and up above there is love, why is this decision so tough. I’ve had enough, or maybe I haven’t. In this current my body is stagnant. Freestyle Poetry - Isaac Camacho