Let me explain,
At first, it is like swimming in the sea.
You swim away from the shore until the land has disappeared.
You can't remember how long you've been swimming for,
But you're tired - exhausted.
Your limbs are becoming weaker.
And what were once soft turquoise peaks,
Are now phantom arms.
Tossing you violently about.
Trying to pull you under.
This is the point where you begin to drown.
Except this is also where the metaphor must end.
Because in real life you can't rely on a search party coming to rescue you.
Or a coincidentally passing by boat.
You have to save yourself.
~Me~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
