Troubling thoughts

I struggle for air
in an ocean of thought
tears come to my eyes
at what I find.

My raft in this ocean is nothing more
then an old memory.
One that creeks and bends with the tide.
Cresting wave after wave.

Looking around I see no way out
no heroes hand to grab
or any shining lights to follow.

Just wave after wave
of deep terrorizing thought.
The old memory sinks
and I with it.