There is no sorrier sight
Than a soul sinking
In the mires inescapable
Of a self-wrought snare
Struggling erratically
Unable to break free
Treading frantically
Cursing a world fleeting
With bitter words trailing
Shaking fists full of regrets
That stole away all hope
And rescue shall not come
Self absorbed demise
That weighs down sadly
Pushing ever deeper
Until that last exhalation
Gurgling in stagnant sludge
Never finding salvation
In a changed reflection
Seen in the stillness then
Amid the last bubbles
The gurgles of despair
Thoughts fresh in the air
Whisped away instantly