[drowning Independent Thoughts] Poem by Empath In flames

Scratching into a
blank canvas with no ink
should be art in itself.
I once had independant thoughts
but they were buried deep
within my childhood dreams.
floating in a box
on an ocean of lost memories.
my thoughts fade away into the distance
never to be opened again

ive cried so many tears,
in hope to change it’s course
but it seems this sea feeds
from my sorrow and its hunger
pushes it further from my view

I silently stare as the box
drifts away,
taking a piece of my life from me
i can only stand frozen in time
in hope that my little box
still floats and hits
the other side’s shallow sand.

I fear that as soon as i take my eyes
out of sight it will sink
and never to be seen again…

All i can do is wait,
dig my feet into the ground
and cry so hard that all is left
in this world is lost memories…
allow it consume me whole,
drown me….
and let fate guide me to shore