From here I see the horizon,
The place I sought to reach.
I push, swim and struggle forward,
but here I am, soaked and sullen,
back on the beach.
From here I turn to see,
the demons I’ve fought to bury,
They cheer, they dance and laugh,
as they feast upon my misery.
From here I start to think
thoughts best suppressed during the day.
Here I lie and close myself
within the familiar grip of dismay.
From here I see the void,
that my grand plans use to fill,
Now I walk with blurred ideas,
a heavy chest and a fading will.