Searching
As I lay in this sea of
Disease filled, murky, and
Much too familiar water substance,
It seems to be so still and foul,
I can’t help but to dwell if I will
Ever rise above this some what
Self- inflicted hell, this place
Where sanity is nowhere to be found
Where are you my sturdy ground
Will I get to you before the ship
Of soul-less souls makes another round
I need you to save me before I
Drown
Copyright © Wendy Rader | Year Posted 2010
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