Drowning

To one that looks from afar
It looks like a splatter of blue
That extends in every single direction
And continues on for an eternity
With it’s waves that slowly crash
And eats away at the faded footprints
That are left in the sparkling sand
It feels welcoming and gentle
As it coughs out slight breathes
That fly across the horizon in cold blasts

But to one who closely looks
And inspects every little detail
Will notice that everything isn’t perfect
They will float calmly for awhile
But then as fast as a shark going for the kill
The tide will turn and they will find themselves
Gasping for air and screaming out
In rasps of horror and deep fear
Because they are rapidly drowning,
Drowning in which one calls “life”