The Depths

there is a moment 

when 

sinking in the water

the familiar touch

kisses your feet

the old rock bottom

you’re there again

and there’s a comfort 

to it

the amicable dark

folds ‘round you

like a much loved chair

shaped by years

of sitting 

when cookies

taste like dust

it’s time to pull

your eyelids down

over your eyes

and hope 

that the nightmares 

hurt less

than daylight