Sinking

I'm sinking ever further into this cold abyss
So deeply I can't see the light
I try to climb but the walls are smooth
Escape isn't in my sight

How has my life come to this
When so recently I was content?
Why do I deserve this hell?
My dues have already been spent.

I feel more alone than ever before
My future plans stripped away.
Tired of words with no real meaning
There are always agendas at play.

by Jen Fuller

Comments (6)

ah Uriah your poems are so refreshing and heart warming, I liked this one a lot :) HBH
This one is so special, Uriah; it speaks to the power of memory and the love that always burns for the ideal. No matter how much time passes, there is always the hope that one day that object of love will notice and that you can be that which you most desire in your heart. This is a Romantic's anthem, its beat pure love from the heart elevated to the ideal. Fine write. Hugh
I love the 'childhood crush' that lasted through the years.......remembering her with her sister. You have such a romantic view of the world, to see through your eyes even for only a day would be a gift. Sincerely, Mary
This poem is to me what lemon is to lemonade. Uriah, such a wonderful, heartfelt poem. Very nice. Lawrence
The dream survives in this eloquent poem that has the aura of an eternal spring. Warm regards, Sandra
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