Photo Credit: Sonya, from Only 100 Words blog
This came out a little darker than intended!
I’m looking for safe harbor
but keep hitting rocky shores
The buoy that kept me afloat
isn’t there anymore
They took it out of water
Put it in the middle of the town
How is that to help me find
the land so I won’t drown?
I’m swirling through the darkness
of the salty tears in the sea
Letting the rip current’s hands
take their grip on me.
Pushing me down is the pressure
and suddenly I’m there,
where I’ve always dreaded:
the source of my nightmares.