as I sink into myself.
Deeper and deeper,
Under the ocean, in my head...
Not blue, but grey.
Not sunlit, maybe not even moonlit.
Is this fake?
As a misty, faded old footpath
That had once led me on
to my dreams.
And now it has tangled me up
Under water where I can't seem to breathe.
Stinking weeds that nobody wanted
Dragged me down here...
To be like them.
Lost or diluded?
Is this world that
I have found myself in
Where I belong?
Or does it even exist?
I understand that this is very depressing....
You need to know that I don't usually think this way
But I've never really got to grips with poetry. Infact, I'm not even sure that what I've written IS poetry at all!
Help me out please
tell me if you understood.
Because really, this just flooded out of my head.. I haven't planned it so well. xxx
