This is a bit weird and I'd reckon more than a bit hate-able, but it's what I was writing most recently and as y'all know I compulsively post pretty much all the stuff I write without quality control, so I s'pose it's no surprise!

Which Way's Up?

It's dark so dark that I can see

That I can't see so I can't be

Just eight short feet beneath

The ground around the sea

surrounding me and drowning me

It's drowning me

The irony's that urgency's

What catalyzed this emergency

My lungs burn every time I breathe

I'm terrified but I can't scream

I'm kicking still can't feel my feet

I'm nowhere note please

I can't leave I'm spinning

all around me

Spinning spinning all around

I'm spinning spinning

passing out

I'm spinning sp-

I think I'm going down

No more kicking I can't breathe I'm spinning

tank's run out I'm spinning

floating shocked n'awe listless seized

flowing with the current hopeless

Peace can't help but ease into me

free at least of mind find behind my eyes resigned to knowing no tomorrow's mine and that's just fine

But wait a light! A way to rise

I'm thrashing at the waterline

So dull so bright so close so close

I might not quite...

Reach out arms stretch swinging swishing I can see! I can see!

Increasing speed or slowing down

I'm slowing down slowing down

Feeling sleepy eyelids falling freezing warm thoughts free dreamless floating clouds

An arm comes crashing down

There's splashing

Blackness slipping sliding grasping

Just like that I'm free

Then silence and it's alright

Blue eyes I see blue eyes blue skies? clear blue sky it's sky I see the sky I see it must mean I'm alive

Feel sand coarse salty dry sharp stabbing gravel in my hand and as I stand

Sand grain glass knives slice my pickled heel feet to the scalding heat from whence I ran to cool my two feet in the sea

The kiss of land may sting some time

But I don't mind

Cuz somehow I'm still alive

And I don't mun

But I can't believe it's really just anxiety