I am drowning.
My eyes sting
From the salt water.
My chest burns
As if my lungs were
Screaming for air.
Like the fingers of fog
Caressing the water,
So too are my thoughts as they
Obscure my point of direction.
Memories invade my senses;
*A voice rich with affection
A warm embrace
A tired smile*
All that could have been;
*A heart-wrenching smile
A loving embrace
A voice of what-ifs*
And it's then I realize,
It's not the salt of the ocean
Stinging my eyes,
But of tears.
I am drowning in a sea of
My own anguish,
As waves of pain wrack my body,
Pulling me further
From a once certain future.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC
I am drowning.
My eyes sting
From the salt water.
My chest burns
As if my lungs were
Screaming for air.
Like the fingers of fog
Caressing the water,
So too are my thoughts as they
Obscure my point of direction.
Memories invade my senses;
*A voice rich with affection
A warm embrace
A tired smile*
All that could have been;
*A heart-wrenching smile
A loving embrace
A voice of what-ifs*
And it's then I realize,
It's not the salt of the ocean
Stinging my eyes,
But of tears.
I am drowning in a sea of
My own anguish,
As waves of pain wrack my body,
Pulling me further
From a once certain future.
Trying to make sense of my swirling thoughts and emotions.
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