Drowning

The pale whites of the sails are barely visible.

I cannot fight the agony,

It is nothing but physical.

My stomach is twisting and turning inside.

I cannot see the sun,

I have nowhere to hide.

The water pressure is squeezing my throat,

And I am out of wishes,

Out of reasons to float.

All I can ask for is a wrinkle in this timeline,

A bump to lift me,

Throw me towards the limelight.

But the sharks are circling around my ankles,

Waiting me to tire,

Expecting me to be in shambles.

I know I do not have much time to write this,

I will give up quite soon,

Become strange and lifeless.

The pale whites of the sails are barely visible.

I cannot fight the agony,

It is nothing but physical.

-Jackie