nothing really inspires me anymore
i'm just drifting with the waves
no paddle, sail, or compass to guide me
clouds roll over my head
casting shadows on the things i thought i knew
deep blue hopelessness surrounds me
as i rock and sway with the tide
on my little raft of false dreams
dying of thirst i lower my lips to the cold water
i taste the bitter anguish on my tongue
and immediately choke on grains of the salty scourge of my reality
i cough up blood
the winds change
and i am suddenly swept under a powerful current
my raft is toppled and destroyed by a downpour of rain
synchronized with the tears that now begin to escape from my eyes
i try to fight the tidal motion, in vain
i am being pulled under
violently pushed in ever direction
the last bubbles of life depart from my lungs
i have drowned in the very thing i tried to save
the pool of my creativity has turned against me
and i accept this fate
as my body sinks slowly into the watery abyss
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