Drowning
I’m surrounded by water and darkness on all sides,
I can feel and see nothing and believe I’m going blind,
It’s cold and there is a harsh stream flowing against me,
I feel confined to an unescapable cage where I will never be free,
I thrash around with no progress making the pain I feel unbearable,
But I wouldn’t know how or what to do to escape even if I were able,
The water is getting colder and I am getting weaker,
It seems as if death wants me and he is eager,
My mind goes off into a dark and eternal sleep,
The water takes my body as a prize to keep.
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