Thread: Drowning

Hope you enjoy this. I'm not the best poet, but I try.

Drowning

My heart is soaked, dipped in water made of liquid nails and glass
Time stands still while the calendar strips away its pages
I shiver in the wind as it tries to knock me over
Into the lake of loveless comfort and deaf lies

No rope to grab anymore because no ships sail in this sea
No one to save me from falling
Ice grips my hands and pulls me downward
The air is spilt from my lungs

For all the precious pretty once known to all never learned to swim
And though I stay floating for a short moment
I soon plummet beneath the shadows
Held onto by desperate serpents and sharks together
And ripped apart by the fishermen who only want my worth

If I'm drowning
And the water is swallowing me whole
Then where will I be
On the other-side of the spectrum?

And if I'm drowning
And no one cares
Does it have significance?

The precious pretty never learned to swim
No one taught it how
So if I'm drowning
And I lost my faith
Is it my fault?