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
YOU ARE READING
despair- a book of poetry
Puisisometimes the waves within our minds crash upon us and we can no longer breathe