drowning in two inches of water

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Even though they told me not to do it,
here I stand, waist deep, in darkest humor.
Looking to where sunshine has ocean lit
bright on eyes, shut tight, where light's a rumor.
Given, darkened glances make a tomb for
second chances, wipe the tears with care.
Sucking air in my lungs make a tumor
of life sustaining gas; I'll need it there.
Step by small step, with nature I will share
what so many people thought was nothing.
Now under wave, I give up all my air,
replace it with a salty mix that stings.

Glitter sun above whose rays blue shimmer
out of us, my soul's the only swimmer.