My feet are kicking the water,
Which seems so murky and black,
Fighting a fight for survival,
Trying without hope to go back,
Will anyone miss me,
When I've passed away,
Will anyone fall,
On the floor in dismay,
Shall I scream, shall I faint,
Shall I shout, shall I cry,
How shall I behave,
When I know I will die,
I long to escape,
I long to be free,
But the murky, black waves,
Will be the last sight for me,
For how to escape from this prison?
Untie the knots of fate?
But before I could think of an answer,
Alas, it was to late |
Submission Name: Drowning
