A Battle Already Lost
The undertow pulls.
Hard to fight,
Harder to see.
Invisible.
Strong.
Once caught,
Impossible to fight
Everything crashing above us.
No light to see above.
The sun?
A blur.
Nothing concrete.
Nothing to hold.
Nothing to stay safe.
A ceaseless battle
Against harmless,
Simple,
Water.
A never ending battle
Against deadly,
Consuming,
Life.
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