Don’t Drink The Water

Ascending from the depths

Of my personal sea of sorrow,

I feel the pressure in my body easing

As I get nearer to the surface,

The abyss no longer a blinding darkness

 

My lungs struggle to hold in the screams

That will surely deplete the last breath of life

Left within my ravaged body

 

How close I came to succumbing to the wet blackness

How easy to just slip into the depths

And let the weight of my regrets

Carry me straight to the bottom

Ready to trade my last breath

For a cold refreshing drink of death

 

I somehow retained enough sanity

“Or maybe it was the just instinct”

To use my last ounce of energy and will

To push off of the murky bottom

And try to return to the surface

Where hopefully redemption will be waiting

 

As I slowly raise towards salvation

I fight to stay calm as my heart pounds

And my mind races

Fighting the urge to flail frantically

Towards the surface

Where I can once again feel the sun

As it dries my waterlogged soul

 

Where I can exhale the stale and dead air within me

And take a long refreshing drink of life