Blue Rings

Gentle words, soothing and caring, Filling the holes with stones. They don't fit right, but they stop the heartache, the sadness, the lonliness Then there's the ever-present noose, Looming around pale swan necks, Threatening to bruise and purple and puss The harder the struggle, the more the pitch-black surrounds the light Hopelessness prevails Lured in by pebbles, Beaten down by stones, Miles to go until the body is sore and hurt and lonlier than before Boulders dragging you by the ankle, Under deeper, ebony waters. Where waiting creatures of the Deep Lunge Tear at your flesh and pride. Love and trust, Faith and Hope But on the surface, there's only ripples, Ringing outward, Fading away