Bronia Sawyer

It got so complicated

It got so complicated

I didnt know what I should say

I was drowning in self pity

there’s no life guard here today.


no rubber ring to save this

no numbers I could call

drowning in my ego

the more I fight the more I fall.


so I’m leaving this behind me

release the weight around my neck

let it fall beneath the surface

like an old ship wreck.


and it’s sad to see it sinking

but I had to let it go

because I’m not a fan of drowning

even if I’m drowning slow.