Anchor
I heard a line ..
” … Anchored to this harbor known as battle …”
And from this line I thought,
“What harbor am I tied down to …”
If anything, could I say I was at a harbor?
That would imply some sort of destination.
And a destination is something I know nothing of.
A harbor … No ..
A sea … yes ..
A sea of desperation …
of lost hope and unsatisfied ambitions
That is where my anchor holds me.
Where an untamed storm constantly assaults my vessel …
my mind
my body
my belief towards humanity
myself
... salvation ...
A sea with a bottom not of sand …
But of sludge …
a mixture of hate
lies
unfaithful actions
wrong turns
mistakes
illusions
…depression
That has taken hold of my anchor
Unable to bring it up
To search for calmer waters
Inch by Inch it sinks … into sludge
Inch by Inch I’m dragged under …
My only goal …
To stay above the water
My only thought …
How much longer
My only wish …
For this to end
I stopped looking for a harbor …
… But maybe another ship will come by
And cut my anchor.
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