The Conversational Poet Fall 2013 | Page 14

Drowning You tell me I can't swim I am staring at your starfish mouth As you mumble on about How I'm not swimming Chemicals that keep everyone afloat Aren't quite carrying me You say I'm drowning There are lifeboats for that There are two small blue ovals for that Ocean colored Prozac The miracle of modern meds The moon is calling me The tide welcomes me She's got my heart buried Deep in the ocean floor You kept me from my destiny There are no oceans Behind these white walls They say the lithium will cure the voices They don't understand how they comfort me They've got shock therapy for that You tell me I can't swim A miracle of modern medicine Pulling me back from the waves Don't you know Amber Watson