I feel the undertow
I feel the pull
It's sweeping up in currents
And grasping circles
And pulling me under again
Gasp for air, and my lungs still feel nothing
Being taken by the pull
So far down
Deep in an aqua blue noose
Fighting against the current,
But hell what's the use?
Being taken by the pull
In an aqua blue noose
No point in draining what you can't make full
No point in fighting the pull
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Paints that current vividly...Strong ending too. itchy about the fourth line...it feels like it has another word unwritten. But I do like your poem.