Undertow
Oskar Holldorf
Toy boat downstream
Tumbling free
Caught in riverbank
Stick tore a hole
Me on the stern
Singing as it sank
Water felt quite warm
And as I was drifting
I thought of home
Tried to stay afloat
But some foul undercurrent
Grabbed a hold of me
Tossed like a doll
Caught in a sprawl
By the undertow
Gathering speed
I need to breath
But I'm dragged below
Struggling on my own
Nowhere is solid
Nowhere is home
Now I've learnt the rules
My burning lungs shall have their
Way or down their tools