Thursday, March 10th 2011
It’s 12:09 a.m. Here I am. Once again, here I am.
Alone as always amidst a storm within of which I see no end.
Yet I strive to stay alive - scratching, clawing, biting, gnawing -
To keep my head above the uncharted waters.
I am as a sheep not yet ready to be slaughtered.
So I tread on. If I snooze I lose. Yet I thirst and hunger.
I cannot help but wonder exactly how much longer -
I can continue scratching, clawing, biting, gnawing -
Before I grow faint and begin to descend below - under
The uncharted waters in a downward spiral
Descending slowly in to the great abyss.
The land of the lowly - even the dark pits.
Day and night I fight. No rest for me
With no end in sight to this plight my eyes can see
Yet I tread on till no longer I can breathe
Scratching, clawing, biting, gnawing.
Less I perish at sea in this seemingly eternal monotony.
What will become of me?