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Sink


Through tired eyes I watch the sky go dark There’s no moon out and the stars give little light The ocean waves are nearing closer The crashing of waves growing louder And I hope that I just might… I feel the water begin to brush against my feet The bubbles carried by the rising tide Stay there, popping one by one around my heels Then disappearing back into the sea with the next wave And I hope that I just might… Soon the shoreline is past my head I’m forced to lift my chin so I can breathe right As each new wave is dragged back into the ocean So too, is my body pulled out toward the sea And I hope that I just might… Then, I’m floating in the vast body of water Land is no longer visible so I close my eyes, but cannot think I feel fear, but picture dissolution I release the breath I was holding in my lungs And I hope I just might sink.
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