Monday, November 16, 2009

Poetry: Sinking

Air fades,
only darkness remains.
Watching light fade above,
Sinking.

Time ceases,
memories flood.
Trying to scream,
no sound escapes.

Pulled free,
light rushing around me.
Helping hands vanish
as I begin to sink again.

All I get is dragged
up and down.
No respite,
I resign to my fate.

Drawing in,
I sink faster.
I wish others
to never see a fate like mine.

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