I'm trapped in muddy eddies.

Brown swirling round my feet

All I see for miles

Is fog with biting teeth.

On I wade through fitful waves,

Boots taking on water.

My boots are filling fast.

Every step is trying, 

every step a triumph.

Every step I cross a wave.

But still I fill with water.

Still my legs pull under.

I am still moving.

But sinking,

Fast.