I am lost in an irate,
extensive sea.
yet I cannot swim.
I try to copy the motions of others,
but I do not have the technique.
I slowly begin to descend
into the raging water.
I cannot help but to question
why people
learn to swim
against a current
when they could
lean back and be free.
I am submerged
in an ocean
of my own making.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC
I am lost in an irate,
extensive sea.
yet I cannot swim.
I try to copy the motions of others,
but I do not have the technique.
I slowly begin to descend
into the raging water.
I cannot help but to question
why people
learn to swim
against a current
when they could
lean back and be free.
I am submerged
in an ocean
of my own making.
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