I am on the surface
Gasping for air that I so badly need
The demons pull my wrists and legs,
my head tossed back
Screaming loudly I can see
the future
I can feel
New York, París, Colorado, and Venice
Cabs, cafes, canyons, canals
Quick flashes in my soul
A little hope
Before I am once again writhing
in the brown, murky water