I sit at the bottom
of an empty swimming pool.
What is left of the cold,
dirty water,
soaking my clothes.
Sometimes,
I have the strength to stand,
or even,
to jump.
But mostly I sit.
I try to pity myself,
but I am the one
that willingly jumped in,
knowing that the swimming pool,
was indeed empty.
What I was not aware of,
was how far the fall down was.
I thought I jumped in the shallow end
but I find myself
at the bottom of the diving well.
The worst of it is
you stand at the top,
staring down at me.
Bleeding out and starving
at the bottom of a swimming pool.
