-The further swim the more we sink-
Soaking souls in dark waters near the deep end where life ends and death silently settles in.
Settling for endless searches
through murky waters where souls separate.
We back peddle through pain,
deep stroke towards lifeboats with no hope,
so we turn to temporary sunshine to cope.
Wading, waiting for a saviour in a lifeboat.
Our lives lack light and we get comfortable with the shades so much that we shun sunlight.
Back and forth,
one stroke after another we sink closer to the shallow surface.
Come up for air, breath, backstroke
inhale society’s norm
and if you become too tired to swim… float.
Swallow society’s antidote for hope,
we rarely find the way out of these waters,
just new ways to cope.