Concrete

Concrete

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

Gasping for breath

Struggling to maintain my footing

This black wave has washed over me

Pulling me from where I want to be

Trying to keep my head above water

Treading water in these shoes made of concrete

I try to keep my eyes open

Keep the shoreline in sight

The salt of the sea is seeping in

Makes me blind

The fist sized hole in my chest

Has me filling up with black water

I’m going under

I feel your fingertips against mine

How did you find me

Was it the trail of breadcrumbs

Or a woman’s intuition

Are you just a good Samaritan

Or my guardian angel

Trying to plug the leak in my chest

But I’m bleeding out in this boat we are in

The fog is too thick

And the seas are to rough

We’re getting lost in this man made dead sea

Keeping me alive and rowing for the shore

Is taking it’s toll

Sending out an SOS

Save yourself and lose the dead weight

Is the advice from the Coast Guard

Sacrifice my life to save your own

Can you live with the guilt

When the fog is starting to clear

The seas are starting to calm

The blood is starting to clot

We’re so close to the shore

We’re almost there

We’re almost there

We’re almost there