life is as fleeting, as water down a drain.
Every mundane moment is a loss of adventure
spirits change as we cross into adulthood.
You’re gone now.
God, I wish you were here.
One last time I call for you.
God, someone needs to hear,
One last cry for help in a soundproof box.
God, save me from drowning in the river you made.
One last time I try to breathe enveloped in water.
God, if there was one I’m sure you would be alive.
SirensPoetry 