Stop Pretending You're a Fisherman

I can feel the current rush
cold and alive next to my body
The colors down here are so alien
amazing, undescribable
My pores open and accept the floating
and weightless power
My lungs can take a break
I am free and alive
alone and ready to venture
and then,
I feel a tug
a harsh pull
a painful tear at my skin
The scenery begins to spin backwards
I am in reverse
I am captured
no longer free
Your painful and repeditive hook
is back
either I fight
or you win
either way, this is messy
leave me alone
to swim in this serene place
and you can go hook someone
else
please?