Wrote this when I was down with fever. Hence a dark and gloomy depiction. But in a very subtle way still can be interpreted as optimistic as there is a hope in these lines, even in the darkest of times.
. . .
O, thee shining lighthouse
find me, find me.
For I’m drowning,
among the waves of broken dreams,
in the maelstrom of aching screams.
O, thee merciful lighthouse
save me, save me.
For I’m losing,
the sensation of how it once felt to live.
the feeling of how it once felt to breathe.
My boat is sinking,
in the tides of my own tears.
My life suffocating,
in the shadows of its own fears.
Its hopes have turned
darker than a moonless night.
Its moorings now linger
farther than the farthest sight.
O, thee stranger lighthouse
take me, take me
For I have no longing
to live among these known strangers,
to exist among these heartless whispers.
Also published on Medium.