Sinking
Melancholy kicking in, like waves splashing on a rundown pierSurges of pain flashing up your spine, exploding in your headwashing up the remains of your mind, dragging you down the welllike a sinking boat, you fight for your life, for the air, for the freedombut you don't even know what it feels like anymore.Your face fades away in the dark, oily water, and your mouthopens and close again and again, in a futile survival instinct.
© Elliot Négrel-Jerzy. All rights reserved. Please do not reproduce this poem without permission; short quotations with attribution are welcome.
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