the tale of a weary soul.

swimming in an opaque sea 
misfortune biting at my ankles
coming up for air 
only to find 
the sun gone 
and world devoid of life
thoughts spinning 
and drowning in this vast puddle of forgetfulness 
mild insanity eclipsing all previous assumptions 
and biased reasons 
storm brewing in the cauldron of the sky
the droplets falling on my face
washing away the lies and unspoken thoughts 
my delitescent truths coming out 
and my feet dancing through the fires that i started 
letting my bottled tears put them out 
leaving only my own light to guide me 
through this winding cavern of despondent thoughts 
and fuliginous worries 
until the light of day 
shines upon my face one more
and I am allowed to revel in the sun.