Deeply troubled would be putting it lightly.
I’m a wreck,
A shipwreck.
My anchor rooted in teh depths of the black dea.
You are like a light
Trying to rescue me.
A single sailor
Floating in a lifeboat,
Holding up a lantern.
When I think I see it,
It flickers out.
I am buried far too deep
For a life jacket to pull me to the surface.
I am too far gone.
I am in too deep.
I am in far, far too deep.
I am damaged.
A dent in my oxygen tank,
So close to forming a hole.
I could hope that someone would send another one,
Or I could hope that I could find a way
To repair ti myself.
But I am too far gone.
I am in too deep.
I am in far, far too deep.
From the Writers’ Kitchen, 2018-2019.