In the shadowed depths of a sinking heart,
the surface can't be seen.
No helping hands.  No coast guard.
No Savior to redeem.

Trust; like unknown treasure,
lost beneath the sand.
Love; now reeks; polluted waste;
an illusion in demand.

Cold and wet surround me,
my energy depleted;
the weighted pull of giving in,
my tired soul defeated.

I dread the sordid outcome;
feel deserving of more grace;
yet, struggle still for one more breath
as I envision your sweet, face.