There it was,
my last intake of sweet air.
My last chance at survival that had slipped through my wet hands,
and floated to the top of this endless ocean of water.
Sinking lower and lower.
I couldn't help but feel that burn,
the furnace in my throat that never ran out of coal,
that longed for oxygen to put it out,
but knew it would never happen.
Because in time,
the air had slipped away....
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Time And Thoughts
PoetryThis a book is where I freely express and convey emotions and my thoughts about topics. It's a place where I spend my TIME putting my THOUGHTS into words in hopes of helping someone. I've written these poems in such a way, so that my viewers can der...
