The current pushes me along to endless                  
nowhere.
And I don't know where
I'll be
When someone reaches out to catch me
I long to get out - feel solid ground beneath my feet
But I am pulled inevitably, (unwillingly?)
To one broken heart,
and then another.
With nothing left to offer
but my soul, my spirit.
And I give it. (why not?)
And then dragged along with the current - it seems
My life is
eroding, disintegrating,
dissolving all of me
As I am swept away
Again.