The Swimmer

Photo by Todd Quackenbush on Unsplash

I’ve feasted on tears
I could redeem them with sweat
But I have to inform
Myself with regret.

I can’t find my way
After all that I’ve tasted
So I can’t work it up
I guess I’ll get wasted.

Before I came down
And confirmed I was lost
I sought company
But that’s a sunk cost.

I should have said no
To the free cans of drink
Too good to be true
What do you think?

I wasn’t thinking
My eyes were on tour
The day danced in colour
And everything was ignored.

All else that mattered
But not really for me
Just to keep me from sinking
So I could not be.

So I would find myself here
Longing to leave
Swimming in cocktails
Struggling to breathe.

Put your face under
That’s where I struggle
So going the distance
Is always such trouble.