Losing Ground Drowning, the last vestige of hope rising above the water like a beacon all my dreams crammed into the highest dome desperate to keep dry. Sinking, clutching at the walls with the very tips of my fingers while the water slowly trickles higher as I hold on under kaleidoscope skies. Disappearing into the neon sea slowly fading into oblivion as the world drifts by like birds unseeing and unheeding of my cries. november 2002
Author's note: Although this poem was written for the picture above, it is written as a symbolic piece describing depression and similar emotions. Published in the Nov/Dec 2003 issue of
Skyline Publications Online
