Sinking, Drowning, Grasping
As I am sinking,
as I slowly drown,
I am grasping,
making no sound,
suffocating as I go under,
things are going dark
will there come a saviour
to rescue me
and save the day
It's gone beyond
me saving myself
I tried so hard but floundered
and now I need some help
or it's all over
and all good things
will come to an end.
Copyright © Fauxcroft Wade | Year Posted 2018
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