Shallow Ocean of Lamentations

Dear reader,

eons ago, I used to sing:

I'm drowning deep inside despair
for I was swimming towards the dreams
I wanted to achieve some day.
But midways, my armless hopes grew tired
as my eyes ceased to spot the shore of certainty.

Thus, I'm drowning not in pain neither sorrow.
I'm drowning in despair,
for I was swimming towards the finishing line
where miracles appear and sadness disappears.

I'm drowning in frustration
for I almost touched it with my wrinkled hands
And now, I'm stuck midway
while drowning in the ocean of my own lamentations.

Then I heard a voice:

[ D R O W N I N G. . . ? ]

To which I replied,

Yes, I'm unable to make a run neither to say hello,
I'm screaming in my inner thoughts
as my mind loses her control and my heart slowly stops

[ B R E A T H E . . . ! ]

I heard that voice coming from ashore
A voice that I decided to ignore.
And with watery eyes and a red nose,
I kept saying:

I'm sinking gently in the abyss of the ocean
as the oxygen bubbles scape from my diaphragm
and as the debris of fluids fill my entrails.

[ ARE YOU . . ? ]

"Yes," I replied to that voice.

"I'm drowning in frustration!
For my armless hopes came to a rest,
And they snatched a long vacation
by foolishly thinking a save guard was neared.
But they failed to noticed that my eyes
ceased to spot the shored of faith,
And now, I'm stuck in the middle of a chaos
where watery and slippery thoughts abound
and where sharks might attempt to swallow me."

[ O P E N . . .]

I heard that voice again.
And within my inner thoughts, I screamed:

"I'm drowning. Can you see it?"

[ BREATHE. . AND OPEN. . . ]

Within a moment of annoyance,
I decided to listen to the familiar yet persistent voice.
Within seconds, I opened my eyes
within the depths of despair
while drowning in the ocean of my own lamentations
within the depth of darkness...

I opened my eyes!

I inhaled what it was supposed to be liquid.
And now, I can see the sunshine rays
while I still dwell midways of the ocean of my own sadness
within the depth of my darkness

But I can see
that I was drowning because supposedly my armless hopes grew tired

(i r o n i c a l l y . . . )

I was drowning in the shallow depth of the near shore
that I unconsciously decided to cease seeing.

( b u t. . . )

I opened my eyes and I breathed what supposedly was water because I was drowning within the oceans of my own lamentations while I blindly and slowly sank towards the embracement of

[ d e p r e s s i o n )

Written by: L.L.

2012