Further and Deeper

I wish I could swim back to dry land. The stormy waves are crashing hard and the water has become too deep, now. I would only sink like a stone full of  anxiety and regret. There is nothing to swim back to, anyway. I see fire on the horizion from where I launched my raft. The island I left behind is engulfed in flames and burning entirely, destined to turn to ashes and blow apart with the wind. I believe my escape was not a moment too soon.