I'm drowning in the ocean of your deceitful lies,
My feet bound to the ocean floor, where truth belies.
Save me from this suffocating tide, I plead,
Before I breathe my last, in this falsehood's need.
Each lie, a wave that pulls me deeper into despair,
Desperation in my chest, a heavy burden to bear.
Reach out, be the lifeline to my sinking soul,
Rescue me from this abyss, make me whole.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoetryAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
