Tidal deluges bleeding,
rest is a burial deception.
Empty cries flooding the shelf,
screams drowned in silence—
what have I done to myself?
Reaching hands receding,
all but the faintest dream.
Stale breaths slowly rising,
prayers choked with doubts—
a held mirror that is lying.
Distant eyes fading,
hope, a dying lantern.
Bound thoughts sinking,
heart filled with stones—
what was I thinking?