An eternal darkness for none to see,
Other than myself.
Drowning in this ocean day after day,
But none coming to rescue me.
I lay there at the bottom,
Rusted chains grasping my neck,

Would you come see me, maybe come check?

As time goes on, as it always does,
Oxidized chains holding me ever so tightly,
Never letting me leave that forsaken place,
And never letting me forget that day,

I’ve been drowning here and bound by this metal fray.

My body kept walking day in and day out,
But my mind was drowning at the bottom,
Pondering, wondering, crying, and writhing,
Every minute it was trapped.

Maybe someone will see where my soul is kept?

As time goes on, as it always does,
The chains began to weaken,
And the once frightening thought of being locked and shut in,
Started to loosen and fade.

After all this time and all that I’ve prayed.

A wound that was left, deep in my back,
From someone I once loved.
That person tied a boulder to the bottom of my shoe,
And dropped me in the ocean.

What could cause someone to have such heartless emotion?

As time goes on, as it always does,
The rock that once held me there started to weather away,
And the weight that kept me from floating back up,
Started to disappear day by day.

Now is the time to float towards the top, through the water like a ballet.

The chains that once bound me have now broken,
And the boulder is now sand.
I feel by body floating towards the surface,
And I get my first gasp of air.

I have been freed of my despair.

As time goes on, as it always does,
I am now free from my chains.
Now I wait for someone to rescue me,
And to heal me of my pain.

These feelings, I promise, are not feign.