James Marrin, Contributor

It’s pulling me in I just can’t get a grip.

I have the fear of never getting out again.

I feel like a giant aquatic creature,

stuck in a current, never to be rescued.


The dark and despair is a bad influence,

on my already damaged soul.

Is it worth struggling anymore?

What is the point of trying to escape?


The dark is closing in,

the clock seems to have rung its final chime.

What’s done is done and it’s over when it’s over

You get what you get, right?


But then I see the light,

I find a fighting chance,

I’ve just got to go on I see why now,

And with a new perspective, I escape the sandy pit.