Looking For a Place to Swim

When I look for a place to swim,

it is never one friendly or inviting,

but one rather dim.

For when I swim,

my mind will always win.

Swim in the shallow near the shore

they say, but I know for sure

I’ll be going somewhere so much more

Deep.

Where waves don’t sleep,

And the ground can’t grasp my feet.

For when I swim,

my mind will always win.

Feel the pressure against my skull,

as I sink,

a broken hull.

Why can I never find the right place

to swim?

 

 

 

 

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