Anchor

Tepid waves,

Of trepidation covering me,

As if to provide,

A moment of clarity.

What lies ahead,

Is it another unfolding travesty again?

I'm searching for substance,

But I don't even fit into my own skin.

You spoke of a world full of purpose,

As I choked down every single lie.

'Til I sank all the way to the bottom,

With a heavy heart like an anchor deep inside.

And it's dragging me down.

You state your case,

But the words fall like broken mirrors.

And shifting the blame,

Won't provide another place to hide.

What lies ahead,

Is it another misguided, sad, and failed attempt?

I'm searching for anything,

But I haven't even seen the sun in days.

You spoke of a world full of purpose,

As I choked down every single lie,

'Til I sank all the way to the bottom,

With a heavy heart like an anchor deep inside.

And it's dragging me down.

Down.

Down.

Down.