Sometimes I go through life
Like I'm trying to breathe underwater.
Everything is so fast,
one thing after another;
and each thing makes
my lungs ache,
my nose
and mouth,
gulp for relief.
And more things flood in.
My body is heavy, my mind starts to fade; I can see the black spots clouding my vision.
Yet for everyone watching I'm just floating along, drifting slowly, peacefully.
No one ever tells you as a kid to grow up to be just enough.
They want you to be the best.
But my best nowadays is just barely keeping my head afloat ;
And on a normal day,
I can't even do that.
Struggling to breathe catches up to you quick.
The brain stops working.
You're trapped in your own little hell, and slowly and surely you fade to nothing.
With everyone watching you drift to the bottom,
I feel that moment coming faster and faster.
For most people a break would come; A light at the end of a tunnel.
The splash through the surface for that desperate breath needed to keep you alive.
But it seems for me I just keep going
Down
Down
Down....
And no one can tell the difference between my swimming and drowning anymore
C. G.
YOU ARE READING
No one is there
Poesíapoetry book. all the things I've written that I could never say out loud. Some topics may be difficult for some people so check for disclaimers .
