And so, we are drowning.

And so we’re drowning.
In the beginning, we were drowned in hope and potential
Our lungs soaked in fluid
Protected from deep, dark waters

But then we emerged, broke the inevitable seal,
Made an attempt to swim and was successful for some short time.
But, the epic fail was ahead
Looming
In deep, dark waters
Polluted by mind poisoning piranhas and not so genuine jelly fish.

Strokes were soon useless; we were without a paddle
And a boat with internalised holes isn’t much of a vessel.
But we’ll still make helpless attempts at floating  

We’ll bob
Like apples .
Like apples in large wooden buckets of water.
Experience short immersed moments of intoxication
Take in the knowledge
The realisation that we are an accomplice of sin

Sin happened.

Droplets of his thirsting saliva multiplied; clawed at barren ground
Made her moist
So that rotten fruit could be multiplied.
Rotten apples bobbing in the shadows of the day light-
Becoming heavier by the moment, with water’s weight.
A once hard core becomes delicate
Submits to the pressures , to merely feel compassion
- even though there will only be darkness and abuse below.

Sinking
To dark and forgotten solitude
Grasping at empty egg shells because their content has been emptied.
Spoiled in the water.

And so, we are drowning.