Lost at Sea

The waves are crashing;
They're crashing over me
and I'm barely treading water.
But I'm still breathing,
deeply. With this breath
more precious than the last.

This water is volatile.
I can't predict its waves.
It's shakier than my hands
and I'm swimming for my life,
alone. All alone
but I chose this predicament.

A boat floated near me.
Your hand protruded the side.
You urged me to take it,
but I chose not to see,
blindly. And I've been
slowly sinking ever since.