The air is getting heavier,
With each shallow breath I take,
Struggle gives way to stridor,
And leaves pure panic in it's wake.
And just as any drowning victim would,
I desperately flail around,
Upwards seeking outstretched hand,
Below for solid ground.
Yet still I find no glimpse of you,
There isn't a single calming hint,
And now I am floating aimlessly,
For I know not where you went.
No purpose left to follow,
No vision still to seek,
Without my soul's life jacket,
My future looks quite bleak.