By Jan Smith
Softly they caress me and lull me along
Heaving me upwards and forwards
As I reach out to my lover, grasping
With need for a future so strong.
Then I crash ever headlong
Flailing and drowning going down
Take this cup from me please God
My soul screams out as I drown, drown.
My heart misses beats, it feels wrong
Breath does not come out right
I am flung onto quick sand,
Sucking my soul out of my life.