Cody

Morn among the many fallen raindrops
He swims in the water of his own regret
Steady, his breath comes
Waiting for the air to clear
His soaked clothes threaten to pull deeper
Farther away from the tide
He dares not to breath a heavy word
Atmosphere shifts eerily still
In a large body of ocean
Gray eyes watch the grey in the sky
As gray as his torment
Watching, intently
To be saved