Swept Out to Sea

An older poem of mine.

I was taken,
Swept out to sea,
With the hope,
Of meant-to-be's.

Every wave,
Pushing me down,
All is silent,
I wear a fool's crown.

My lungs are full,
Ready to burst,
But still I'm parched,
Still I thirst.

For a moment,
I was spared from going under.
But the waves crashed upon me,
Highlighted by lightning & thunder.

Here I am again,
In the dark, in the deep.
Maybe I could let my struggle go,
And fall into a shadowed sleep.

My arms are numb,
My legs do nothing.
I can't bring myself to do anything,
Something.

My thoughts fade away,
I am here to lie dormant.
Someone save me from these waves,
My self-taught torment.