The Struggle

Adrift among the ocean blue

Afloat the gentle turquoise sea

Awash the water filled with brine

He's quickly running out of time

Gazing at the somber sky

He hears the seagulls piercing cry

Wishing he had wings to fly

Laying his head back he gives a sigh

The wind begins to pick up speed

The waters churn a frothy mess

The sun goes black into the night

The moon is rising

Suddenly he's back in room 4-B

The students laugh at his worn out tee

pushing, tripping, beating him

till his vision is obscured by tears

The tide is picking up its pace

The waves grow large and bash his face

arms are flailing all around

feet are searching for the ground

The waves of loneliness bring him down

His head goes under, he's about to drown

his lungs are gasping not for air

but for the friends that were not there

And as he struggles to stay alive

He hears haunting whispers from the deep

"rest your head and close your eyes"

"and join us in eternal sleep"