All I can do now is breathe
A whispered, shallow breath.
All thought has escaped me,
It is thick with gray in my mind.
Vision is blurring,
Going in and out.
It is like I am washed up on shore,
After a long struggle in the sea.
Mortal flesh has scuccumbed to fatigue.
The waves keep knocking against me.
I am buried by salt and water, only to be released again.
Waterboarded by sorrow,
Despair blinding my eyes,
Hopelessness covering my mind,
How long does grief go on?
It overcomes me.
Shall I sleep for now or forevermore?
These waves are drowning me.
And I am my only hero.
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Charis L
Charis L is a "Jane of all Trades" gal. Writing has always been, not only a hobby of hers from childhood, but a passion. She also invests her time in travel, archery, photography and occasionally acting. Find her on Instagram @the_charis_l.
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