not quite yet.
Closer and closer.
Open water treading the frozen water pulls me down deeper and deeper wait.
She sees me wait. I can see it in her soft brown eyes I am no longer treading on thin ice.
I am engulfed in the river of madness
The river that openly takes souls left and right
Leaving behind warm hearts and loving bodies
But I am one of those many whose souls have been stolen.
Whose souls have been ripped out of life
I am no longer treading on thin ice
I am one of you.
lost among the riverbeds waiting to be found
My soul is lost.