Title: The Depths Of Anxiety

The oil is slick on my skin,
The water pulling me under,
Without air, my lungs flatten thin,
My mind pulled asunder.

The weight of my body holds me down,
In this murky black, I know I drown.
The chain on my ankle holds me tight.
But what suppresses me, is your forthcoming spite

I am done,
I am gone.
Well, it looks like you won,
Come dawn, I will no longer breathe.

My anger is defused,
My emotions removed.
All for that gut wrenching feeling deep down below...

I look to my hand as it erodes,
Turning to oil I see.
Turning to black,
Turning for thee.

The air escapes my lips,
The darkness taunting the flesh.
If I could open my eyes,
In the light above, would be a distorted mesh.

My arms float above me,
My feet pinned to the floor.
The dark binds me,
Yet, upon hope I soar...

Down, deeper I am dragged,
Tearing and thrashing to the light.
But I do not reach the surface,
My last breath comes out in clear bubbles.
I watch those orbs of air as I fade into black.
The darkness engulfing me within its spindly fingers.

With out one word,
I sleep...

-Margo, @wintereader0917