Turbulent sea

Waves of pure pain
Surge above my head
As torrents of sadness
Sweeps me bellow
Icy waters
Filling my lungs and thoughts
With shards of ice
Chilling my very core
Over and over
I am smashed agaisnt jagged rocks
Of my own self lothing
As i try to end this pathetic suffering
I float in these icy waters
Always on the brink of life and death
Never able to reach the edge
Of either one
This is an evil gift that i am granted
The ability
To fluctuate between great happines
And overwhelming depression
But there is no middle ground for me
No place of solitude
For a middle point would mean peace
A life line
To pull me out of this turbulent sea

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©