Swimmer in a Well

Little grey things hung weakly
Within trust and understanding
Have let me down again

Surrendered
"Oh you blackness, I'll unfold my arms
And then you can take all of this."
The ocean of love is salted with misfortune
The quilt of content is sewn with humanness

I'd say this air were empty
And that'd sound sad
But this air is huge and wide
And filled with engravings
Floating like ash
Sad reminders spread far and widely
So I can never breathe again
Without remembering

Little grеy things lapping jerkily
Down at me
Divide trust and undеrstanding
God, let there be something
Somewhere
Please