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.