Sinking Drowning
No way out going down, down, down
Sinking Drowning
The water takes without a sound
cold fingers pulling, dragging down.
Breath slips away, a fading spark,
lungs heavy, lost in liquid dark.
The surface shimmers far above,
a cruel mirror, out of touch.
Limbs move slow, a useless fight,
sinking deeper into night.
No calls for help, no final plea,
just silence wrapped in a blackened sea.
And all the world, so far, so thin,
the waves close tight and draw me in.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Good job on this poem. I think at times we all feel like this.