I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness <br />and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under <br />I yell for help but no one is there to hear it <br />I begin to see the water at eye level <br />and I kick and flail <br />fighting to stay above the darkness <br />But the darkness won't let go of its hold on me <br />and I slowly begin to give in <br />to the feeling that lies below the water line <br />the waters starts to fill my lungs <br />the lungs that once held so much life <br />yet now they allow the murky water to replace that <br />I know that this path doesn't lead to happiness <br />But why doesn't someone grab my hand <br />pull me from darkness's grasp? <br />because no one knows I stand at the boundary <br />the boundary between light and dark <br />so I give in to the thing that holds me <br />All of the strength and all of the courage <br />that I once held in my heart <br />can't save me from the water <br />So I slowly slip below the world of conscientiousness <br />undetected by the occupants of that world <br />I don't want to fight anymore <br />I've given into darkness<br /><br />Angel Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkness-111/
