See?

It's an odd sensation,
The realisation of freedom descending on me,
It washes over and sweeps me out to the sea,
As my head sinks under I choke and gasp,
I'm drowning I need to be thrown a line,
I can't see daylight as the darkness surrounds.
If this is freedom why was I longing,
If this is freedom why did I run,
With arms wide open, into the sea,
It rushed and washed straight over me.
PaleAngel PaleAngel
31-35, F
Jul 25, 2010