Fighting the Creek

Basically,
               I've managed to accomplish nothing.
no raps,
              no beats,
                             no words,
                                              no claps.
Nothing,
              but me and my pen.

Lost at sea,
                  fighting to swim.

Getting pulled in,
                          deeper,
                                       and deeper.

No molecule of oxygen.

Only the fluorescent light of life.
The hazy streams of lost dreams.
The broken laughter of happy memories.
Ears ringing, Soul sinking.
Exhausted and beat, but unwilling to admit defeat.
What's accomplished in moments, feels like years.
Feels like tears and tears, twisted in tangles.
Panic sets in.
It's getting harder to see.
I silently scream.
Scratch and claw, perpendicular to the creek.
Find the surface, break free, and gasp for life...