Drowning

I feel as though my life is not my own.

A life I have no control over,

As though I am being swept out to sea.

Fighting the currents, being dragged under into muted silence and hazy flashes of the surface,

Only brief moments of air and light.

Dragged along, limbs scraping the pebbled depths, struggling, kicking, unable to catch my breath and cry out for help, unable to right myself and float.

I fight, feeling hands on me, trying to grab me but their efforts are in vain.

The nothingness takes me.

It always gets what it wants.