Deep

I don't know I'm going in too deep until I'm in too deep,

And then I panic, because there's not a lifeguard at this pool.

Blowing bubbles with my puffed cheeks, I struggle to rise to the surface,

But every thought carries weight that counteracts my buoyancy,

And I discover I cannot be careless anymore.

Now I'm in too deep, and in this purgatory

I must atone for every time I entertained the thought:

The thought that I'm still thinking – why I can never get out.

Because as I atone, I continue to sin, and as I sin, I continue to sink,

And as I sink, I know that the only way out is to drown.