Below Sea Level
One day, I found myself drowning.
Riptides, surging waves—
I'm uncertain what washed me here.
What I'm certain is I don't know how to get out of here.
How do I escape the rush?
Slowly, I am swallowed by the waves;
I see myself drifting away from the shore.
I've been here for a while now.
Sailing, poignantly going with the flow;
hoping one day someone will hear me wailing.
I keep fighting the waves but the deep black sea is strong.
What he does best is pull me deeper.
I keep struggling to rise.
I keep looking for a way to breathe, but everytime I try harder, all I see is pitch black.
When will I be saved? When will I finally find refuge?
I need it now,
but for now, I will keep on drowning.