Exhausted from the battle
waging war inside of me,
I try coming up for air
but I’m drowning in this sea.
When all we know are drifters
scarce is trust in solid ground –
when waves are at their darkest,
hope for light sinks further down.
Oh to see in but a candle
reprieve from death until tomorrow,
shall I reach and burn my finger
efforts, vain, yield further sorrow
Neglected by the wind
that often carries gentle rain,
held under by the flood –
a gutter, trapped beneath the shame.
Disappear now into silence
while deafening my cry,
slithering demons lead the charge
keeping distant from love’s eye
As I curl into the waters
I’ll float until I sink,
destroyed by Poseidon’s wrath
with fate left now to drink.