My feelings have become as a violent undertow,
ripping, turning and abducting things from where they belong.
I live in the waters between
the surface and this treacherous maelstrom -
aware, but far enough away to not be lost to its vigour.
Yet submerged, doomed to never partake
in the sweet succour of the wind that drives the waves above.
Often my mind and heart dive below
and struggle against the power of that raging, tumultuous darkness.
If the future is no-where above
it must be far deeper below.