An Existence Poem by Lisa Arnold

Slipping further,
I am immersed
below
the surface,
my hands are
blistered
and bloodied
from the crawl.

Under veil
of darkness,
I wear this
thin smile
hoping to mask
agony of pain
nestled beneath
my soul's essence.

Crystal raindrops
keep in time with
every hurried footstep
as I, frantically, search
for proof of purpose.

Refusing to believe
I have walked
these many
vacant miles
only to discover
my life is, merely,
an existence.

©2005