Drowning in the dream of
what I hope to be.
Swimming in the swirling eddies of
the impossible truth.
I'm drowning fast as the foamy surf fills
my lungs and weighs them down
like sandbags.
Eyes open, it surrounds me and
traps me inside of itself.
Weights on my feet--
the blue fades to black.
It's the dream, not the nightmare, that
consumes