I been sleeping under the ocean, 
drowning in emotion, 
mind empty and slowing, 
sound but a commotion 
too loud without meaning.

Time passes silent still 
all my words desert me 
when I lose my will.
Tired of climbing 
the same sodden hill.

It rains and it hails 
and the sun comes 
in and out of view. 
The smell is old but new, 
the memory evades 
but the pain, still 
cuts right through.


©JMCole