Falling
I can feel my muscles fighting against it.
The will to will, the will to carry on.
I can feel my muscles contract
As I hold my breath refusing
Refusing to oxygenate the lungs
The lungs that helped me sustain
Sustain the life I lived on earth.
But so with pain I try to breathe
But my lungs become engulfed in water
Brim to the top of my throat
The world fades before me
Become soft images fading black
Then I can see a blinding white
Before I sink to the bottom
Help.
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