Drifting, But Not Lost
Drifting alone in an ocean wide,
Walls so thin, yet none to hide.
Reaching, striving, yet standing still,
A silent war, a weary will.
The abyss whispers, soft and deep,
A call to rest, a dreamless sleep.
But light still lingers, faint yet true,
A voice that says, I'm here with you.
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