Sinking Drowning
No way out going down, down, down
Sinking Drowning
The water takes without a sound
cold fingers pulling, dragging down.
Breath slips away, a fading spark,
lungs heavy, lost in liquid dark.
The surface shimmers far above,
a cruel mirror, out of touch.
Limbs move slow, a useless fight,
sinking deeper into night.
No calls for help, no final plea,
just silence wrapped in a blackened sea.
And all the world, so far, so thin,
the waves close tight and draw me in.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Good job on this poem. I think at times we all feel like this.