despair- a book of poetry

My island

The island that protects me from the tidal waves of despair that are especially created for me has begun to go under the water I am so desperatly afraid of 

I am afraid that I will too soon disapear back into the black water 

That it's darkness will latch onto my ankles once again and pull me completely under 

My island is gone 

Alll that is left is the tip of the palm tree that I use to pick my happiness from 

My supply has run dry 

My time is up

Just as everyone says 

Happiness does not last forever as mine did not 

I too will soon go under 

It is my turn to sink 

I look at my horizon of dark murky water that is now at my thighs 

I see the ugly creatures my brain has created to destroy me 

The familiar faces I have become to despise are smiling their wicked grins at me 

They urge me to come under with the tips of their hands 

I try to step away but I am too submerged into the water 

My island is now gone 

I have no hope 

This is goodbye. 

- 7 pm thoughts