Alive
I'm alive.
Or just barely breathing.
Sinking deeper into this ocean around me.
Waiting for you to pull me up for air.
Waiting for your hands to reach out and grab me.
Waiting to see your face.
Waiting to take a breath of fresh air.
But your hands or your face doesn't appear.
I struggle to survive.
Gasping for air.
Ten feet under, and upside down.
Looking for your face is harder than I thought.
I feel a storm coming, and it's on a path towards me.
You can't save me, and I wish you could.