I keep trying
to stay afloat,
but the waves crash harder.
My voice muffles
the more I scream
a distant rumble now.
My eyes sting
so I keep them shut;
the blue water
turns to black anyway.
The waves rise faster,
sinking me under.
I fight,
but the struggle only sinks me further.
I’ve given up.
Hands flail,
then fall.
No hand reaches for me.
Maybe I mistook life
for the shore,
but it was the waves
all along,
pulling me under.
Why struggle
when the result waits,
silent,
for me to surrender?
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 3:17 AM UTC
I keep trying
to stay afloat,
but the waves crash harder.
My voice muffles
the more I scream
a distant rumble now.
My eyes sting
so I keep them shut;
the blue water
turns to black anyway.
The waves rise faster,
sinking me under.
I fight,
but the struggle only sinks me further.
I’ve given up.
Hands flail,
then fall.
No hand reaches for me.
Maybe I mistook life
for the shore,
but it was the waves
all along,
pulling me under.
Why struggle
when the result waits,
silent,
for me to surrender?
