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Of children as I go under,
My feet scraping across the
Sharp shingle, I cut my toe.
I try to cry in pain but I barely mumble a moan.
My eyes stinging.
I can hear the panicked screams,
As people run to see me,
Trapped like I am on show.
Funny, how people don’t
Give you a second look until a tragedy strikes.
I try and muffle a scream, but
I am choking on air.
I want to desperately find
The surface
Of this never ending wait.
Just waiting, waiting for my time.
Won’t somebody save me?
I can feel my body cold,
Losing air, loosing mind.
I can feel my body numb.
Losing hope, Losing love.
I feel your hand,
But is it too late?
I choke on the water
And see your face
Before all is dark,
And I close my eyes
Only to hear you
Calling my name.