Drowning

Written: 2005

   Drowning, sinking, disappearing. The quiet becomes more desirable, and the sound too loud.

   Heading in the right direction, or wrong depending on the point of view. Red, white and black are the

colors emitted from the air.

   Time stands still, then spins forward, never constant. The day’s blend together and are less clear. Vision blurs and images start to muffle, no clarity.

   Day is done, but goal is set. Good times could come, if the mind was open to it.

   The mind wants openness but remains closed. Tendency to move forward is far and in between.

   The future is not mapped out and is unset.

Author's Note

Assignment in high school