Deadweight

A millstone presses on her chest
Stealing the life right out of her.
Her hands, raw from grasping at the stone,
Collapse.
She has no strength left to fight.
Quickly, she sinks.
Fear embraces her frame 
As if to invite her into a facetious comfort
Though she knows it's only an illusion.
Even if she were to fight,
She'd loose.
Like a tide ebbing and waning
She never ceases to descend
Into the intellectual whirlpool
Of uncertainties.
A guarantee for humanity;
Destined to drown her slowly
Wave after betraying wave.
In the end, she is nothing
But deadweight.
Her struggle lost to the world
Through the murky water she rests in.

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