Thinkingsinking.

Stuck in the muck of my soul
treading water
gasping for air.

The light at the end
it's there
I see it
just can never seem to reach it.

I stay in bed
cover up my head
and wait for it to pass

Weighted down with visions of the past
emotions held in
buried deep

I'm drowning for sure
no life guard--
life jacket was left ashore.