I'm floating in an ocean.
All alone.
Sinking deeper every day.
With each passing hour I lose a little more strength to fight,
And a little more will to survive.
My troubles are sea creatures, grabbing at my legs.
I have fought against them so far.
But every time I pay them attention, they yank harder.
Pulling me deeper.
They nearly drag me under.
I'm fighting to keep my head above the water.
I don't know how much longer I can fight.
The waves are my emotions.
They rise higher and higher.
Pull me further through their ocean of fear.
They crash over my head, threatening to drown me.
Pushing me deeper.
They nearly drag me under.
I'm fighting to keep my head above the water.
I don't know how much longer I can breathe.
I'm drowning in an ocean.
All alone.
Sinking deeper every minute.
With each passing second I lose a little more strength to fight,
And soon I'll have no will to survive.
It's killing me.
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Into the Depths of Despair
Poetry"I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind. At these times, I use the Pensieve. One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one's mind, pours them into the basin, and...
