Drowning

Losing control,

drowning in a sea

of body and spirit

wonderment and confusion

hope lost and walking

alone in a deep dismal

abyss of lonely suffering

and empty promises

broken moments and

seem less endings.

Eating drinking

sleeping crawling

walking running

dancing laughing

crying until nothing is left

except a puddle of emptiness

longing for what might have been

if only

if only I was this

if only I was that

if only I was able to leap

from a building

and jump from clouds

until nothing is left of me

but a meaningless teardrop

of wasted breath

in this world of torture and

a slight rambling is

like a chasing after the wind

a piece of my soul

written before you

in a seemingly desperate

attempt of bitter

happiness in a world

where nothing is right

and everything has been lost

to the endless depths of

a broken existence.