sinking
i am no longer afloat
anchored to the ocean bottom
how did I get here?
am I burning?
water fills my lungs
oxygen was stolen
in return, I got water
i can't survive much longer
fair is what this is not
darkness is calling me;
death awaits
sinking
i am no longer afloat
anchored to the ocean bottom
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
