Lost

I’m swimming in a sea of loss

Dashed against rocks

Spinning in a whirlpool

With weeds tangling my feet.

Around me are grey souls

I don’t recognise them

But they reach out to grab me

Hands come close

Trying to drag me down

Must try and float

Look for the surface light

For the blue sky

For a rescue boat.

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