This new death

I’ve drowned many times

Felt myself be pulled under

Lost the light in my eyes

Heard my heartbeat loud as thunder

But this is a new kind of death

A slow insidious sort

I wander slowly through my days

My fears chasing time for sport

I know I can do so much more

I was meant for more than this

I feel so trapped and lost here

At the edge of this great abyss

Like running through a nightmare

My legs are moving too slow

If I’m not quick I’ll die here

And my potential I’ll never know

S.M