My Lifeline

How am I supposed to see the light,

When I am encompassed by an ever growing cloud of darkness?

I have no power, I have no might 

Come along on my journey, be my witness

 

I am sinking, drowning in my thoughts 

I am flooded with tears in the depths of my ocean of depression 

Among the fishes, I begin to rot 

My body floats in the void, my face has no expression 

 

Looking above I faintly see my savior

My demons claw at me while I make my escape, but I put up a fight 

First breath of a new dawn, no longer in danger. 

My life line is composed of pen and paper, finally I see the light.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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