
| Can't Swim
Author: SkinnyLove203 When we don't ask for help
Rated: Fiction K - English - Spiritual - Words: 347 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-06-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3063519
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Can't swim
Next to my bed, my hands held close to my chest,
I attempt to talk to Him.
My problems keep seeping in.
I kneel there close; my droopy eyes deny I should pray.
Another night gone that leads me astray
A broken heart leaves me lost in my existence.
We've grown apart, and I've no one left to listen.
With my cheek turned, all the facts I refuse to see,
Without Him, I can't live my life in harmony.
I wish I knew how to swim,
I drown whenever I get in.
My foot touches the water and I fall.
The deep end catches me because I can't face this storm.
Withered waters in my way,
But why? Oh why do I still refuse to pray?
I keep diving; I never attempt to take it slow.
I keep striving, but somehow always let go.
Like an erupted cannonball, hurts more than heals.
Like a requited gnaw, conceals more than reveals.
I wish I knew how to swim,
I drown whenever I get in.
My foot touches the water and I fall.
The deep end catches me because I can't face this storm.
Withered waters in my way,
But why? Oh why do I still refuse to pray?
Next to my bed, my hands held close to my chest,
I don't know what to say.
I can't find the right way to pray.
I kneel there close; my droopy eyes command me to sleep.
My strength's gone and my will power's so very weak.
I stare, as the cross-bearing saviour stares back.
Why should I care? I am still walking off track.
Though, if I paddled a little further, my destination won't seem so far.
If I swam a little deeper, I may stream away from the restricting reservoir.
I wish I knew how to swim,
I drown whenever I get in.
My foot touches the water and I fall.
The deep end catches me because I can't face this storm.
Withered waters in my way,
But why? Oh why do I still refuse to pray?
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