The place you’ve arrived,
dived,
and returned to the surface;
gasping for air.
It was all around,
but nobody cared...
until it was no longer there.
What a sparse remark to make
around something that can’t be saved…
Suddenly I feel like
I’ve been here before.
I followed emotions that
bring me to the floor.
Plastic and currents,
breaks and neck aches...
They relate to a lake
where swimming once occurred.
Was I here?
Am I there?
It’s hard to concur
when you speak
such sleek
negative
things.
I forgot as you chimed in on me,
or about my personality.
I’ve had a fill beyond the rim.
I've spilled out
and everyone can observe my ****.
Closing time passed,
and here I stand with nothing left to grasp.
The promise land was not mine,
but another’s who I blindly followed...
How much longer can I endure?
...I have not the strangest of clues.