I paint a picture in my head.
Of thrashing waters and foaming seas.
But there is hope too,
A man,
Reaching to help me,
Showing the promise of being saved,
But the voices trap me,
They tell me to bring him in too,
And I know I cannot listen,
I must rebel in the only way I know how,
To not listen,
To refuse to listen.
*i will not listen