Little Things in Life

Swimming

I'm swimming, 

and swimming, 

and swimming. 

It hurts, 

in my lungs,

and in my shoulders.

It hurts so much

that I can't breath, 

can't swim. 

I'm swimming, 

and swimming, 

and swimming.

I lag as my lungs 

try to breathe in

but can only breath out. 

But I'm swimming, 

and swimming, 

and swimming. 

 My mind feels hazy, 

my vision begins to blur, 

and my mouth fills up. 

One by one, 

they pass me, until

I'm the last one. 

 Help is within

my reach, 

but I do not call out. 

I do not call out, 

out of pride or 

out of fear. 

Help is standing 

right in front of me, 

I just need to say something. 

I'm swimming, 

and swimming, 

and swimming.