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.

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