Sinking Slowly
I'm sinking slowly, inch by inch,
The world above just out of reach.
The weight is pulling at my chest,
As I fight against the quiet rest.
The water rises, cool and clear,
It whispers softly, “Stay right here.”
But I keep kicking, though I'm tired,
My limbs like lead, my heart on fire.
Each breath I take feels hard to hold,
A fragile thing, a story told.
I try to stay, to stay afloat,
But silence swells and grips my throat.
The surface glimmers, far and bright,
A fading hope, a distant light.
I’m barely here, I barely know
How much longer I can go.
Yet somewhere deep inside, I feel
A flicker, small, a will of steel.
Though the water’s cold embrace is near,
I cling to life, despite my fear.
Though sinking deep, I’ll rise once more,
To catch my breath, reach for the shore.
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