I am losing my grip on reality

It slips through my fingers

Like dry sand

Like memories of who I once was

And I cry out in the darkness

But God is not listening 

And I feel myself a fool to speak to the air

My bones ache

My muscles cry out

Comfort eludes me

And those whom I love

Have turned against me

What must I do for solace

I shouldn’t have to ask

When the answer is so obvious

Death

Death is the answer

Death is the goal of existence

We live but to die

All else is just passing time

All else is treading water in a tank filled with sharks

I am treading water

But I am exhausted by life

My strength fails me

I reach out for salvation

But it eludes me once again

And slips through my fingers

Like dry sand

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