Ship

My mind is like a ship

Slowly rocking at sea

The blue waves so peaceful

I can see miles ahead

I have a plan

I’m following a map

 

But then comes the storm

The wind, the fog, the uncontrollable rocking that won’t stop

The ship that is my mind is going down

The storms name is anxiety

And he brought his friends

 

The whole nine yards here to bring me down

I’m lost

I’m drowning

Someone just help me

 

But I am in the storm

The fog, the rain

A tiny boat in the ocean

I will never be found

I will always be lost

 

I think about jumping

The cold water on my face as I drown into obscurity

But I sit and wait

I’d rather wait forever for someone to come

Than leave them behind.

This poem is about: 
Me

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