Swept

The tide has swept you. You are now part of the current, and there is nothing you can do about it.

It is taking you to dark and dangerous places.

You know what is happening, and you are aware of it.

Yet, you are helpess, powerless against it.

There is a hole that simply cannot be filled. The harder I try, the less successful I am.

And the hole only grows bigger.

And the glimmers of hope are only that: glimmers.

Will they ever materialise into something real?