Swim to Shore
Sitting in shipless sea
you wade and wait for me.
You wish I'd get in but
I wouldn't risk the tragedy
of a storm, to bear us back
to a foreign shore.
with no hope for another.
Stuck with you is the last thing
that I want to do.
So I sit in the sand
and wave to you
As the clouds pass over.
The water swells, the waves have risen
the sky grows sick and grey
as lightning strikes the horizon.
You feel the pull and, in a panic,
you begin to swim to me.
I run to the edge
to present some sort of company,
But the current, it drags you back.
You scream my name and I yours too
but frozen by apathy,
I know not what to do.
Swim, baby! Swim!
Break the swells, brave the storm
and meet me in the shallows,
but like every other
I lost you in this battle.
Nothing left but the sound of my name,
so I kneel down and press my fists
into the sands of my shame.
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