Already Sinking

This poem is based on my feelings about politics in the US.

Why would I sink if it were the end.

Floating from debris into a sky of calla lilies,

searching within deep remorse. 

Why does the world breathe evil? 

Flailing at the whims of temptation. 

In a world filled with disguise .

It's no wonder we’re all unhappy. 

Though they say shedding a tear will take any pain,

a heart won’t shed until it dies.

The world full of malicious saviors against mere mortals 

When will it end?

Will it end if I sink?

But what happens if I’ve already sunken?