I posted the first draft of this poem a while ago. I hope you enjoy the final version.

Like a punch, hard, cold
Core-sickening until a lump forms in your throat –
A burr hooking itself in your windpipe – 
And breathing is painful to your soul

Like a scream, a tsunami building
From a hidden, hellish place
Gathering all; seaweed and bloodied sharks
It dumps its smash onto the peaceful isle

At sea your mind so lost it’s unrecognisable.
Upstream a decayed relic rots in a forgotten church
Ruin falling on ruined soil
Red pain against the papered white

Like a song, slow, calm
That makes you cry bitterness
And wrap your arms around your waist
A snake comforting as it strangles

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