You were drowning
And I could see the accusation
In your eyes
Flowing with tears
But I stood there
Safe it seemed to you
At the shore
Watching you
And telling you
To learn how to swim
I had asked the same thing once
He saved me
He did
But before I could
Heave a breath
He left
Leaving me in this
Barren Island
In the middle of nowhere
My existence is no way to live
So let me save you
By letting you drown
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
