Swimming on a Grey Day

The tide rises and crashes onto the sand

The big blue surges towards the land

It pushes back against the next wave

I don't feel so brave

As the sand under me drifts away

The sky is grey

It was supposed to rain

"High tides" they were saying

"Maybe they were right"

I think as now the water is nearly half my height

The white sea foam is all around

I think im gonna drown

And suddenly i lose my footing

My mother is just looking

As i am pulled farther into the ocean

Im trying to swim in a forward motion

But I keep getting pulled out

Im trying to shout

And Im trying to float 

But instead water fills my throat

As i sink deeper and go farther

Holding my breath becomes harder

Now all i can see around me is endless blue

My fighting is through

I feel myself slowly fall into the nothing

Ive met my salty demise

Okay so I wrote this poem almodt exactly a year ago when I went to Jersey Shore. It was the day we got there and it was raining and the waves kept getting bigger, I dont remember why but I ran back in to get something quick and I felt my self lift up from the group and I was like someone was pulling me in. And I just remember thinking, "I'm going to die, this is how my life is going to end". Well obviously I didn't. And honestly I dont like this poem, I dont think its very good but its fine.