The smell of chemicals
filling the air
sweet drops of water
clear the room of any preexisting hope
to finish our set
and go home to rest
For whenever we get any rest
the air full of chemicals
the stress of our set
the need for air
wanting to get a breath of hope
before diving back into the water.
The life in the water
having no room for rest
no space in our hearts for hope
only room for chemicals
not any room allowed for air
all of our revolving around out sets
All of our sets
spamming our lungs with water
giving us no luck to get any air
allowing us no room for rest
in all of our breaths giving us intense intake of chemicals
no room for hope
Nothing can give us hope
we only get pain from sets
our body in pain from the sets
a swimmers life only revolving around the water
not allowing us to have a break from the pool for rest
not even a millisecond of time for rest
No use for air
no time to find hope
no time for rest
Only giving us time to complete our given sets
diving in and out of the cold water
giving us little time to intake any air.
Chemicals infuriating the air
the taste of chlorine water, not giving us a lick of hope
Hoping for once we will get rest.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryJust a cute little collection of the bad poems I've written over the years.
