At what point did my marriage Turn into the whirlpool That threatens to pull me under?
Canít you see that Iím in over my head? Iíve been sucked in And I canít get out.
Iím drowning. Going under for the third time Wonít someone save me?
They say if you stop struggling Itís the best way to die. Just give in to the complacency That they call life. thatís all I have to do to find the answer Iím searching for. Give in Give up. So I do And I welcome death. Only she can bring me Peace.
This was written during some dark times. It amazes me how far I've come in the past year.
------------------ It matters not how strait the gate; How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. --W.E. Henley Visit my poetry website: www.geocities.com/Paris/Musee/9954/