The Pressure of the water
Is almost too much to bare.
The weight that is crushing me
Makes me tarnish and wear.

Waves crash above me --
Remember the forgotten.
The air that folds under waves --
A tease -- makes my soul rotten.

I will crave the oxygen
That I know is sweet relief.
But I am too far under --
Bottom -- to swim through grief.

But, like all worldly problems,
They are resolved by autumn.
I'm carried from the water --
Away from the bottom.

But, like it is expected,
It stays with me.
I hold the water -- Pressure --
With me when I am "free".