What do you do when your drowning,
Surrounded by nothing but the water of your soul,
Left alone struggling just to survive,
In an ocean you believe you can't control,
What happens when something, anything appears,
Wouldn't you attach yourself from the thought,
That anything that might come along as you drown,
Have better chances to survive then what you've got,
When your drowning in the ocean your living,
The smallest of things can leave behind so much,
Almost makes the eventual loss of it all have worth,
And justify the implosion to hold tight what you can touch,
What do you do when your drowning,
Surrounded by nothing but the water of your soul,
When your alone and struggling to survive,
Holding on to what comes along is out of your control.
©justin_ur
J