Depths

I don’t like to think I’m lonely

But then there come the days

When the shadows seem to linger

As they whisper awful things

Times when the chaos of the world

Sweeps me in its wave

Delivering me swiftly

To depression’s gaping maw

Swallowing my mind and soul

Leaving my body to keep pace

To march along in motions

Like a puppet on a string

Driven by society

The expectations and the shame

Though no one seems to notice

My empty body moving

Much slower than before.

When I surrender to the tide

I watch my body in the world

From the ocean’s crushing depths

The lonely blackness different

From the warmer solitude I need

A thicker choking darkness

Than the silence of alone

Pressing all against me

Leaking into every pore

I sink down to the seabed

Lie on its silty floor

While the creatures of the depths

Swim all around me

My stillness fooling them

Keeping them momentarily at bay

When the tides change

And I rise up yet again

They will try to hold me there

Not knowing they have no need to worry

I will be back again

And again

Until my final time

When my puppet body will come with me

And we shall stay there

Soul and bone

To join their crushing ranks