A Glimmer Poem by alan pieterse

emotions seeth underneath
under a calm exterionr,
like rip currents
under a placid ocean.
words, thoughts unformulated,
drown..
Coke is life, the add proclaims,
but the fizz has gone,
just a sickly sweet residue
remains.
Here I am,
the clock ticking,
a relentless march.
Today, tomorrow,
the countdown continues.
I have so many questions,
I have so much to tell.
So babysteps,
but why not a giant leap?
or have I already fallen
before I even
crawled? ? ?