Sunk

Neck deep. My limbs cease to lash above the tide And struggle to support me. The dark waves cloud my vision And pound against my soul. I spot it in the distance Hope sails in my direction. I see it Hear it Almost feel it As if it is close enough to grasp. But just as it is upon me The last glimpse of hope has sunk at my side. Neck deep Waiting for what is gone to return.