50
Mind focused on the hiss, air depletion
Raft sinking, drifting in the darkest of currents
Total focus on the task at hand, bailing liquid death
Uncertain of the surroundings, fixating on fixing
Helpless again, life personified
Problems arising, too fast to handle
And the water continues, the bailing accelerates
Focus, fix the problem
Bail the water
No moon, dark as the ace of spades
Mind melting fear rising, running from again
Bailing and sinking, sinking and bailing
Current pushing but I cannot look, I must focus
Deeper I sink, into the coldness I plunge
Days of fear, overwhelming coming to fruition
Drowning swallowing me, the final act of surrender
Living in this moment, destruction of grand state
Righteous indignation of my situation, bathing in the melancholy
And all the while, the shore is bountiful
Only 50 feet away
