It truly was like a dream.

As the world around me seemed to mix and dim

I was swooped away by a sorrowful stream.

Too painful and thick for me to sink or swim

I got stuck somewhere in between.

A place where there is no happiness but also no pain

Hidden under the liquid, like a submarine.

Cut into my chest and find on my heart the carving of a name

Take it with you and bury it deep.

So that her name by me may be forgotten

Before I fell, first I took a massive leap.

And now my heart has become so rotten

Her ghost seems to haunt me every night.

As my days drift by

I wait for someone that can resore my light.

Or until the day I die








© Alex Potter