I Am Only But Dying

The pointy, colorful fish surround me 
I feel my legs go numb 
Their fins moving ever so slowly 
What have I done? 
I miss the seagulls cries, and the sound of the ocean waves. 
I miss the bright beaming sun.
Now I’m underneath and I can’t escape. 
Oxygen is no longer filling my lungs. 
No air leaving my frail body
My legs are fully asleep.
The sand is entrapping me 
And I can’t move a thing 
This is not a gentle goodbye, 
It’s terrifying and 
I wish I could scream 
But I can’t 
I’m dying
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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