The Drowning

The storm in the distance begins to stir, And here I stand with the ice beneath my feet. The gusting wind is cold, harsh, and bitter, The snowdrifts are building around the lake, While the clouds begin to blanket the sun. The burdens and regrets I bear weigh me down, They drag behind me like an anchor on the reef, But they are my burdens to bear. As a failing bridge begins to bow, The weight of them begins to build. The weight cracks the ice beneath my feet And within two seconds I’m ten feet under. These anchors drag me to the sea’s bottom As I struggle to find an exit in the heaven above: Light shimmering, rays dancing, blue hues darkening. Trying to scream for someone to hear me, But I’m thirty feet under in the dark murky bottom. All of the air escapes my lungs and fills with water, Like a sinking ship’s broken hull and stern, And I the captain go down with my ship.