sinking down
floating
I was
floating
I am,
then thoughts
like rocks
sink into the waters
from the sand,
worries
of needs
and wants
priorities in high demand,
sink me and we
into the deep
past
the damned,
we fight
we struggle
only pushing us further
from land,
my rough edges
make it harder
to take hold
and grab onto the soft hands,
of those
willing to save
most would rather
blow away like a fan,
my pros are many
by my cons
start and end with
I am but a man,
.
.
.
sinking down
I
AM
