The Swell

 

I had worried. And yet didn't care. 

  I know better...

But I pour the shots anyways. 

  I'm trying to drown what only swells. 

I am trying to drown it so I can find a way through. 

  The days in limbo are torment. 

Torment being stuck in two. 

Torment.... at knowing what I have to do...

  Yet killing two to do it. 

What would he think? 

  What would they think? 

Caring much too much...

  So I pour the regret in the glass, 

And I swallow it down waiting for the numbness over the swell to pass. 

  The swell...

That keeps trying to pull me under.