Treasure Island

raquel stevenson


Lost in a sea of abandoned dreams
and disillusionment.
Treading water for a breath
of hope.
The only lifeboat seems to be
The only land sinking away on
the horizion.
One gasp away from the circling
Feeding away on the wreckage
that has been deemed life.
Anger, the most comforting respit,
altho a fleeting friend.
Sadness and happiness so intertwined
that to differenciate becomes an illusion.

Submitted: Monday, June 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 18, 2013

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  • Kelly Seale (6/17/2013 6:24:00 PM)

    adrift in a sea of depression... your dreams quickly dissapearing in a dark whirlpool.
    Only one means of escape lay before you...the illusion of hope. not lose this illusion..for in it is something totally unexpected, .. a friend. Great Write! Intense! ! ! ; -) Kelly. (Report) Reply

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