Submerged...

I stand waist deep in the pool
of misery and regret.
I poured out my heart and
you rained down your cunning deeds.
As emotion rose I was submerged.
Your touch was my lifeline but
my grasp fell short.
Close to deaths door I breathed
in hope and regained reality.
I exhaled expectations and promises.
I rose to the surface yet could
not shed the feeling of inadequacy
and failure of the spirit.
My soul still aches, my heart still bleeds
the time under your sea of deceit.
We all stand partially submerged
in our own memories and mistakes.
Is that lifeline just fantasy
or is connection possible?