Air escapes me.
My breath made short
By the evading water.
My sight, falls to the floating bubbles,
containing precious air.
My gaze follows them, wishing, wanting needing
The salty air had a time before seemed exotic and was welcomed.
Now,
It mocks me and burns at my throat.
Tangy winds are replaced
By salty fluid that invades my lungs.
My sight is blurred
as only
**darkness approaches