Suffocating a Gasp For Breath

My feet are stuck in the mire I struggle but cannot free myself As the mud gets higher and higher. And the more I struggle and fight The deeper I go Down into the murky suffocating Depths below. The mud rises now rises up to my waist I panic arms aloft and let out a primal scream ''Help me''!!!!!! In haste But no one comes As reality bites About my impending demise As my muddy grave and impending Death As I struggle With one last gasp of breath. My bones never discovered The mires secrets kept Never missed forgotten Not even a whisper of a thought In anyone's mind of me No sadness or regret. I am nothing. Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. May.