Drowning in the white surf.

 

Stop. I wanna get off.

I’m done on this ride,

the world is spinning

i’m spewing my guts.

I’ve paid my penance,

stop the fucking ride.

Stop.

I’m tired of this game

i’m drowning

can’t you see?

The undercurrent has my legs

and the white surf

is filling my lungs, bright

rays are blinding me and

the rain is slamming

me further under the water.

Stop.

I wanna get off.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016