do you ever get that sinking feeling
the last gasp that fills your lungs
with water as it rises above your head,
your legs are too weak to propell yourself
upward anymore and you just float down
deeper, darker, colder.. until your toes
touch the frost of the empty depths
do you ever get the feeling
that you're in over your head?
your heart chases after those last bubbles
of oxygen escaping from your mouth,
drifting up to the light,
to that layer of water on the surface
that warm place that you can't hold onto.
do you ever get the feeling
that you don't really exist?
that you've already drown,
you've let go of life itself
descending into the depths.
do you ever get the feeling
that you're a drowning cliche?
that your metaphors are moldy
and the freshest image you have
of yourself is plagued, blue-grey,
cheesey words spread out
on stale crackers,
crumbling.
