By Alessandro Mortellaro
Contributor
Too much what?
Is it an abundance
Of something (un)wanted?
Or merely being overwhelmed?
Too much power
Given and imposed upon us.
What have we done?
What will we do?!
Robbed of our will
To feel—to understand
Each other’s blood
Splattering screams.
They’ve told us to keep
Swimming upwards if we wish to
Reach the surface; if we wish
To breathe. There is no surface.
Just water.
Too much water.
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