Anchored in Tears

I cried that night,
bed soaked in tears,
drowning in this river of endless sorrow.

How do I escape? I swim, swim, and swim,
but it feels as though I’m anchored in place.
I surrender; the tears have won.

Visions blur, sound fades,
numbness envelops me—
Is this the end? Is this how it feels?
No pain, no movement, only tears streaming down.