Save Me From Myself
I am forever aware of all that surrounds me
and the tremendous gratitude I owe,
yet the enormity of all I have
in a struggling world of have-nots
only deepens the hollow ache within.
I am drowning—
wave after wave drags me further out to sea.
A deep, dark swell of despair,
this ungrateful little self I cannot escape.
No matter how far I run,
no matter the noise I destroy,
this life stubbornly goes on.
I am adrift.
There is no road, no map,
only a path carved by nothingness.
How far gone must I be to believe
this void could be my remedy?
How do I escape all that I am?
How do I return to who I was?
Or has the tide already swept me beyond the point of return?
These questions dissolve in the waves.
All I crave is for the pain to end,
for silence to wash over me—
an unbroken, endless calm.
- infpisme