My Own Black Mind

In constant company I may be

But it is as if I am upon the open sea

Adrift in my raft, insignificant, a speck

Distraught this seems a never ending trek

 

Each day I attempt to calm my mood

A constant tempest ill-withstood

Bolts of anguish and claps of fear

Drops of anxiety mixing with each tear

 

In the darkest night comes a despairing wave

Swept off my raft, my life none can save

Soon drowning in vast darkness I find

Alone I sink into my own black mind

Reviews

[The Eggman]

That is where the best material comes from: that abyss in your own mind. The second verse stood out most strongly to me, specifically how "each" adds an emphasis, a drop you might say, before you hit on "tear." I enjoyed the piece.