Shark

i am a shark.

no, not biting bloody,

my teeth are dull and few.

not thrashing tearing 

ripping hunger,

i will not fight with you.

but sit me in a quiet room

with nothing, 

but my thoughts–

and surely I will cease

to breathe,

‘til instinct says I ought.

though my bones 

and body ache,

i move to stay alive.

i swim and swim, 

without a break,

and if i stop, i die.

but i don’t want

to be this way,

i don’t want to swim.

i want to lay 

my body down,

but fear the light will dim.

so here i go

pushing forward,

deeper and deeper, yet.

knowing i can’t

save myself,

from a lifetime of regret.