She had an enumeration of problems,
as if she were drowning in a sea,
the waves pulling her back,
farther and farther
into their lonesome depths.
Only hours earlier
it was high tide,
and the sun was coruscating,
so fluorescent.
But now, it is low tide,
and you can tell
by the blueness in her eyes
and her heart so benumbed.
The waves have taken her too far.
She is drowning
in her own sea of thoughts.
[L.T]
