Float

But we're all punished by our past,
And we suffer from that lash
I choke with each defense you give,
For the hand I was dealt & the hand you played.
Each from ghostly past .
Its crimson runs thick, and its salty waves crash in.
But the numbing and shaking- reminds us of sins
Committed, and bestowed.

Drowning in our anxieties...
We float.