In Mourning

Haggard body, frail existence
Breaking through the waves, grasping for a cold surface
Swimming in uncertainty towards undefined nothing
When a dream is dying, the water is an endless foe
Agony ridden desolate struggle
Underneath the dark lies an unending depth
One foot hit the bottom, a cold touch of the ocean floor
A brief glimpse of hope, a sight of a coming relief
Loosing contact, slipping away from the newfound reverie
Slither ashore on newfound soil
Salt meets sand, cleansing the hands of the wounded
Illusionary shelter