Buried Below the Sand

[Dregnought]

The more I struggle the faster I fall;

Slow and steady I cannot control;

Why is there no one who helps;

helps me do what I want to do?

 

More and more I struggle and struggle;

With fading energy and deeper depths;

When do I give up - or is it too late?

Before my inner happiness is swallowed by tears of pain?

 

As the sand approaches my chest;

Harder and harder to move myself I realise;

Just how long do I have?

Before I can no longer breathe?

 

Why is it that no one seems able?

Able to get me out of this mess i'm in?

Of sand and tears and gasping breath;

Before I finally take the final glimpse of the world above;

 

Before I found this quicksand;

Was I happy or was that a lie?

Why can't anyone seem to do anything;

Before I'm buried... below the sand.

 

 

© Dregnought 2006

 

I'm very interesting in what people think about this... it's my best ever work...

[Bethany]

I think it's a really good poem.I think it explains how a depressed person feels.

 

If that is the way YOU are truly feeling, then STOP struggling, just give it up. Like you said, the more you struggle, the faster you fall, so stop.

 

Stop the fight, and you will rise on your own. That is the way out..

[Dregnought]

Aye - it's pretty much how i'm beginning to feel. It's not that easy... I need to learn how to do the things i want to do (mainly art) because it's what i want to do... i think. all I know is that im sick of trying and getting no where....

[Moon Goddess]

I love it and agree your best work ever. It's deep and I like that. 2 thumbs up. Hope to see new poetry from you soon.

[doyathink]

It is deep, I like it.

[Dregnought]

Thankyou....