Leagues away, 

Under the sea,

Through the woods

Far away

Not going home

Home to your arms where I think I should be 

Home in your heart that has for so long kept me warm

Why can't I find the center?

The balance that so many have easily found?

Can it be only you who can know these secrets?

How can I hurt the one I for so long have prayed would never hurt me? 

The irony, the situation, the idea 

It torments my mind

Twisting dark limbs against my moonbeam filled room

It's so cold, 

The ice cannot touch my heart, not gently

They grab and squeeze and make me sick

Freezing it to its core

Making it hard to breathe

Can't I go back?

Can't I say something to reverse this?

Of course not

That is life.

It's a river with no dam 

It's an ocean with no shore

And I'm drowning

I hope I really do. 

Ophelia, poor Ophelia.

Fell into the river, of life, and drowned.