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In depths of darkness and despair,
I'm drowning, gasping for some air.
Beneath the waves of sorrow's sea,
I'm lost in vast futility.
The weight of sadness pulls me down,
As waves of melancholy drown.
My hope, a distant fleeting light,
Is dimmed by shadows of the night.
I struggle 'gainst this crushing tide,
But sorrow's force won't be denied.
Each wave engulfs my weakened soul,
As despair takes its gruesome toll.
I flail my arms, I gasp for breath,
Yet all I find is certain death.
The waters icy, black and cold,
Consume me whole, my story untold.
Oh, how I long for sunlit shores,
Where joy and laughter reign once more.
But stuck in depths, I cannot flee,
Engulfed by this relentless sea.
So here I drift, lost and forlorn,
A vessel wrecked, so tired and worn.
In drowning depths, I'm left to bear,
The weight of my despair, unfair.
But still, within this watery grave,
I try to find the strength to brave
The tempest raging in my core,
To rise above, to seek restore.
For though despair has bound me tight,
A flicker burns, a beacon bright.
A glimmer of hope in somber air,
To guide me from this drowning despair.