The deep ocean of sadness lies beneath me, and I
Sitting in my boat I soak in the essence of
A feeling I can never escape and can only begin to fathom.
I dip my hands into the water, dying to feel anything
besides an up, a positive unreasonable.
I pour the sadness of the water over.
A feeling of loss and regret wash over revealing rawness,
My jaded skin washing away.
What have i done?
My chain mail, my protection, stripped away
To the smallness of my, me, nothing?
The well springs forth from me and
The gushing ocean is impassable, impossible
My damning evidence that i do exist.
The cry, joining the unhappy past
With the promise of a bright future,
And the confounding enigma of now.
