Buried

Have you ever seen rain fall on a body of water

One drip creates a ripple

When the rain thickens the ripples intercept

Causing a little storm on the once calm surface

Rain takes a clear serene puddle

And transforms it into a disturbed chaos

The puddle is overwhelmed with ripples

And the stillness it craves is out of reach

Sometimes I feel like a puddle.

Everyday I start still and peaceful

Then a rain drop disturbs my quiet

And I begin to slip away.

Soon it is followed by a vast number more

Creating a stormy ocean inside me.

Whispers of lies come and go like ripples

And I collapse into the weight of my sorrow

The ocean swallows me instantly

And the girl I once knew disappears.

I cry out for help

Allowing water to flood my lungs

I sink deeper

Giving in to the water's domination

I look toward the sky for my rescue

But the darkness consumes me

And I am no more.