Sink

...One, two, three, four...
....Sink...
Heavy and lighter, tired fighter
Delusions, no, confusion. twisting
What's real
Raw fear, I'm resisting!
But it's getting clear, my friend, that i'm not here
(Is it the end?)
Sink
Tell me that you'll need me back
I'm fading, harshly so
It's saddening, it's maddening
Where has my head gone in this whirling, tilting building?
Sink
So here I go again
Don't know where
But who cares? i'm already there
Where the sanity wears thin
Sink (i'm giving in)
Sleep, fill me deep ocean
As I try to track down my emotions
Wait, oh, just let me come back
One, two, three, four

Author's Note

ignore lack of capatalization

Reviews

[hello mitzikitty]

thank you guys! i really appreciate the reviews!
everyone says this is my best poem, i guess it's true only because it's more or less from a personal expierence?

[Dionysus Cain]

different poem indeed, i like the movement , i can see ur crooked directions and the fork that bares no truth, interesting,, caught my attention,... thanks for the review as well

[Mystery Girl]

interesting poem!