the drowning

you can hear the rain
falling on some people.
see the blue bruise
of clouds over their
downcast heads.
you can smell defeat,
the mold of giving
up. the dampness
of worry. they try
to pull you into
their weather pattern.
grabbing at your
heart, clutching
your hand. you have
to run from these
people. you have to
sprint in another
direction as fast
as you can. there is
nothing you can do,
but drown with them
if you stay.