A Breath of Sea

Down is the pool and everywhere are the eyes,

Both consume but only one can lie.

An oasis to some is water,

But he feels its heart.

Too loud it thumps,

With those bubbling liquids.

And when pure he can still see it’s truth.

It buries and hides,

Surely it lies,

But he won’t make that mistake again.

Mistakes happen.

That is what is said.

They had frowned with their furrowed brows,

They had kneeled to his level;

Just to level it out for him.

It was the water,

She was found.

But he knew she was still lost at sea,

She had to be.

She would come back with gifts,

With treats!

But even now they still give him a tissue

And just tell me to get into the water,

That it would be good for him.

He hear the voices,

Annoyed and frustrated,

Confused about him.

What is his deal?

Just move,

Just breath.

But how can he breathe when the water consumes-

It consumes him more each day.

It’s vital!

That’s what they say.

But all he feel are it’s claws,

And it holds him with a binding grip to the kelp.

There will never be help.

Because it is already in him...

It is him.

And each moment leads more anger

To be budging at the rim.