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.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015
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