Ocean
My heart pounds faster and faster,
So I squeeze harder and harder.
With my hands around my neck, my face turns redder and redder.
For these feelings are ones I would rather feel no longer.
These thoughts are ones I would rather think no longer.
For that reason this air I would rather breathe no longer.
Which is why my hands are wrapped around my neck and getting tighter and tighter.
But if I wanted I could let go.
Oh, yes. I could let go.
For it doesn't matter because in the end it is not my hands that will take my breathe away.
It is the drowning that will do it.
For I am drowning yet he will not come out to help me.
For he is not aware that I am drowning and he is the only one who can pull me out.
I am drowning in an ocean that only grows and only gets deeper.
I am drowning in this ocean that I fear will be the end of me.
Drowning in an ocean that is yet, not an ocean at all.
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