She's swimming but barely.
Just enough to keep her head above and to
yell,
scream
for someone's help.
But no one does.
Though they are there.
Though They see her clearly.
They see her. Ignore and forget.
Maybe they are the villian or maybe they know
she's not worth
trying,
helping,
seeing.
She wouldn't come to shore anyway.
She wouldn't stand up even if she could.
Dead girl floating in a foot of water.
How tragic they say.
YOU ARE READING
Words by me
Poetrya few poems I've wrote wanted to see what some others though since I'm new at this
