The Blackness
I.
It is a weight.
A weight that pulls me down to the blackest of pits.
A weight that sits on my shoulders and breaks my back.
It hangs around my neck and threatens to pull me under.
I am constantly treading water in a sea that is anything but calm,
And I am miles away from any kind of life.
In the middle of the ocean
Without a float
And the rain is starting to fall.
The sun is setting.
It is getting dark.
I am all alone and the clouds are moving in.
Alone and frightened.
The water is too dark to see anything.
The blackness below threatens to swallow me whole.
It is a black sheet that is keeping me trapped
And it is so cold.
II.
I have to keep fighting otherwise I will sink.
I will drown and no one will ever find me.
They will never even know that I was here.
I will be lost forever
In the blackness that surrounds me,
With no way out.
III.
How did I get here?
How did it come to this?
The weights around my neck
Are pushing on my shoulders,
Threatening to drag me down
Into the black
Nothingness
That waits inside of me.
Where no one can find me,
No one can help me.
Where I am so lost and afraid that I do not know which way is up.
How will anyone be able to rescue me?
IV.
They do not know where I am.
I do not know where I am.
Is it worth the fight if no one can find me?
V.
The storm is growing.
The darkness is overpowering.
Below the surface of this storm it is so peaceful,
But it is dark.
Can I just stay there and let the blackness have me?
VI.
No.
I must fight.
I must stay afloat and try as hard as possible to stay above the surface.
Someone is looking for me.
Out here.
Maybe they will find me.
Maybe.