I'm swimming in this abyss
drowning.
An abyss filled to the rim with
dark depressing liquid.
I'm trying to find a way out.
You come along,
trying to dive right in,
trying to swim with me,
drown with me,
hold my hand as I sink lower
and lower
and lower.
But I just want to find my escape.
Find the ladder.
Find a ledge.
Get out and dry off.
While you float aimlessly for days,
staring after me.
Creating your own abyss,
your own depressing waters..
by yourself.
You sink lower
and lower
and lower.
As I stand there
dripping,
watching,
staring,
waiting to see if you ever find your own way out.
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 10:02 PM UTC
I'm swimming in this abyss
drowning.
An abyss filled to the rim with
dark depressing liquid.
I'm trying to find a way out.
You come along,
trying to dive right in,
trying to swim with me,
drown with me,
hold my hand as I sink lower
and lower
and lower.
But I just want to find my escape.
Find the ladder.
Find a ledge.
Get out and dry off.
While you float aimlessly for days,
staring after me.
Creating your own abyss,
your own depressing waters..
by yourself.
You sink lower
and lower
and lower.
As I stand there
dripping,
watching,
staring,
waiting to see if you ever find your own way out.
I hate this poem, but i love my thought and analogy behind it.
i hate the wording.
it sounds like I'm trying to hard.
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