Alone I find serenity, at this lake shore where I sit. A glimps of brief eternity, in an aged and tainted pit. The water is my mirror, it shows me my reflection. While im out here on this pier, self-consumed in my depression. I analyze the thoughts of mindless birds that squack and dive. Searching time and time again, but still no fish they find. I sympathise and feel their pain, when they come up empty handed. I empathise and know strain, this wasnt how they planned it. Im starved myself, just not for food. Im starving for success. Trapped inside this muddling brood, my future is repressed. Im screaming out under the water, but no one seems to hear me. So alone I sink into the depths of filthy old Lake Erie. By Stacy Dunkle.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 18:03:08 +0000
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