At first, it is like swimming in the sea
You swim away from the shore until
The land disappeared
You can't remember how long you been swimming for
Then you start getting exhausted
Your limbs are becoming weaker
And what were soft turquoise peaks
Are now phantom arms
Tossing you viol ently 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 life you can't rely on a search party
Coming to rescue you
Or a coincidentally passing by boat
You have to save yourself
YOU ARE READING
The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
