The water laps around my shoulders,
As i drift further and further away...
The tiny minnows feel like soft feathers,
As they dart away into the darkness of the coral.
It is so quiet I can hear myself breathe,
As the sound echoes into the distance to some unknown place.
My feet feel like lead as I tread water,
Not knowing where I am going.
My head is just above the water,
As I am breathless with my effort to stay up.
I grasp to all sides looking for something to hold on to,
Pain shoots through my fingers,
As I hold onto the rough stubble suface of the razor like barnacles.
I feel the extra warmth of blood trickle down my fingers,
And suck them to taste the bitter-salty mixture of seawater and blood.
The drip-drip of stalactites echo through the cave,
Like the ticking of a clock.
Time ticking away from me,
As I hold on to dear life...
I wonder who will come for me in a place like this?
Who will be my knight in shining armor?
After all, knights can't swim.......Can they?
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No.
Knights don't swim.
But Lifeguards do.
And no man is more vulnerable
Than the one who reaches out
To a drowning victim
Their desperation for rescue
Often costs both their lives
Don't be desperate
Know you will be saved
Or that you will learn
To swim
@SwordAndSacrifice - thank you for your words and feedback... very nice and sweet of you to keep me upbeat... But don't worry this poem doesn't represent me in any form... Id actually written it for a creative writing assignment in highschool a bajillion yrs ago!!... :) do u write poems too?
@gweirdo - Yikes. Misread that one. Sorry. At any rate, it was good stuff.
Yeah - I dabble in short form from time to time. Again, sorry about the misinterpretation.