I wrote this originally one night when grieving a...
When everything turns to black...

It's happening again,
Too much pressure...

To my dear uncle fighting in Basra,Iraq....
Peter...

The water is no longer clear,
Its tinged...

There's no escape,
These demons keep following...

This poem is for a Jo,a person who could really do...
Things aren't going right...

Protect me,
Hold the ropes...

Just push me down,
Under the water so clear...

Is someone out there?,
Watching my every move...

Run away from my hate,
Beating me with your fist...

Take my pain,
Wash away the tears...

No spirit left in me,
Can't seem to get up...