Struggling to stay standing,
As the waves come crashing in,
You stand nearby unaffected,
The undercurrent begins pulling me down,
You start to move away to where the water is warmer,
Perhaps that is safest,
Finally aware of the danger you face,
With this flesh eating bacteria invading your space.
Drowning rarely looks like you’d imagine,
It rarely is the person splashing and screaming for help,
It’s the quiet ones who silently keep gasping for air,
The ones who, by the time you reach out, aren’t there.
Shaynanigans 