Waves crashing timed perfectly with short taken breath;
a mind in haze caught in limbo, a screaming silent death.
Too far from shore, too far to see the trees;
time without meaning and anger fused disease.

Searching for direction in the water unforgiving.
Crying for help — thoughts swinging like arms do swimming;
counting time like sands on the long lost shore,
a mindless task like praying, wishing that the water would be no more.

The waves are getting higher as they overtake my view;
a strange new way to watch the world, a dark and troubled hue.
Losing strength, I resolve myself to a dim and unknown fate;
thinking on the periled deep and the trials that await

As the water fills my lungs, the time I steady count.
Unable to reach the shore, a struggle impossible to surmount.
I beg the sea for mercy, but my thoughts are like a rock.
I tally up the minutes as I’m just a drowning clock.