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
Copyright © Mary M-K | Year Posted 2020