Drowning
Walking into the water.
Suddenly my feet no longer touch the sand.
I'm hidden under the current.
I can't stay at the surface.
The current steals my breath.
I begin to fear death.
I look up,
I see the sun's bright light.
My lack of breath makes me nervous,
for I feel I cannot surface.
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