Drowning

A poem about when I started smoking.

Drowning

It swallowed me
I was supposed to be the good one
The only one not in the lake
Staying on the beach with my mother

They told me not to play in the water
But in my swimsuit I entered

I figured it was okay
I stayed in the shallow end
Away from my swimming brother
Who would kill me if he saw me in the water

When I woke up
I needed my morning swim
There's nothing like it

But I'm beginning to step in further
The water comes up to my thighs
It's just a matter of time till its over my head

I know I wont be strong enough
To make it in the deep end
If I got there I would surely drown

Why didn't I listen to the commercials
My parents
My sibblings

Why did I step into the water
That will result in my slow painful demise