Drowning Poem by Chris O'Keeffe

We all have that time when we reach into our soul
We think of time and where did it all go.
Fighting to make sense of the thoughts you feel.
Realizing this pool of regret is oh so real.
Reaching out to those you hold close to heart.
Harsh reality hits, the sting of a dart.
For the ones you hold to prevent falling ablunder.
Are in fact the ones holding you under.
And in this pool of regret your mind has been.
Is the very same pool you are drowning in.

(7-26-08 3: 23 a.m.)