I lay on my back in a paper sea,
white, clean slates devestated with graphite scratches.
Swimming through it all,
meaninglessness surrounds my every corner
simply numbers and scores and words after words
that blur in my eyes the longer I stare
until there is nothing at all.
I'm stuck,
trapped
submerged my the system
the dark sea above me taking its final toll.
My lungs, my brain
they scream in agony,
searching for one last breath.
But it istoo late
for the time has passed
for drowning in the cold, hard stress
of the day ahead.
Shaking hands forshadow
the failure to come
the dark graphite stick quivering
to commence the scratching
of yet another deep paper wave.
Another paper sea.
