Sunday, January 19, 2014

INUNDATED DREAMSCAPE





Slowly drifting into the cold, submerging into the deep, Afraid of
not finding a way out. Being consumed by aching numbness. Trying
to wake my soul from this empty space. Can anyone hear me? I’m
alive within this watery grave. Immersing, struggling to escape.
Death begins to crowd me. I must go.
Silently slipping without a hand to hold. Finding lost souls along
the way. I know this is not the place I want to stay. Gasping for
air, as I fade from the light into this dark space.
I can see the brighter shore. The edge is so close, but I’ am numb
and frozen. Dragging me down slowly. Feeling each icy wave
seeping through every inch of my body. Will I ever break free
from this watery grave? To never be seen again.