Mermaid's Lament

Swimming in waters of wants and whys,
"how comes"
chasing waves,
that promise to crash down ten feet high.
Smacking hard on back already bent,
pushing ..
fighting..
to the bottom I went.
Sand in mouth I'm surrounded by water,
but always keeping thirsty and dry.
No salve from such salt,
my wounds grow wide.
When your weeping underwater,
no one can see you cry.
Coral cutting hands that hold on for the ride,
a prayer from my lips,
please pull back your tides.
A moments peace as the waves recede,
but a foolish mistake I must concede.
My skin grows brittle,
a lightening sallow.
Will someone now see my tears,
as I drown in the shallows.