Sinking

I get the feeling that

I’m sinking in you.

Your hands go through me as

I’m trying to think back on a better time.

Like watching water in a rising tide.

You’d not know me right now, you’d think that

I was a man wanting to drown.

Shaking words in my fists, pointing to all of the things that

I won’t resist.

Pouring out my heart and pouring one more drink to keep it calm.

Because I think

I’ve hit the brink and this is all

I can take, to keep going on.