Although I know how to swim
I'm still drowning.
The surface seems so close one day
While the next I'm engulfed by the deep darkness.
You're right there
With my life preserver in hand
Yet, you choose not to throw it.
You choose to let me drown.
You choose to not save me
From the depths of the water.
I'm still drowning.
YOU ARE READING
Hideous
PoesíaA collection of short poems. Mostly free verse. About sadness, hardships, depression, and other hard topics.
