Walking On Waters

The tempest hauls me at the sea

onto roaring waters.

I fight for life.

I stand until my legs burn,

until my body collapses,

until I die and

I see the treacherous abyss below.

It waits patiently

with its jaws wide open,

ready to swallow me whole.

The waters churn

surrounding my very soul.

Feeling like this could only mean

that I'm sinking into my tears.

I'll breakdown.

Feeling like this could only mean

that I'm sinking

into wretched waters.

Let me drown.

Feeling like this could only mean

that I'm sinking

into myself.

I will shout.

Feeling like this could only mean

that I'm sinking.

Well, I'm sinking.

Pull me out.

Because waiting for you is like

trying to walk on water with

weights in my bones.