Feeling
fast, feet first
walk in slow
I wade water waiting
He is the rocks beneath
He is the ice cold current
Swift, I am swept into danger
Quickly, I lash out thrashing splashing
I gasp for air, respire; to keep inhaling - gulp!
it fills my lungs, gently, as if serene I begin to die.
© A. Leigh
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
Feeling
fast, feet first
walk in slow
I wade water waiting
He is the rocks beneath
He is the ice cold current
Swift, I am swept into danger
Quickly, I lash out thrashing splashing
I gasp for air, respire; to keep inhaling - gulp!
it fills my lungs, gently, as if serene I begin to die.
© A. Leigh
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