Poetry Corner: Drowning

A canoe sinking, legs trapped, one roll too far

Trying to relax, slow motion, the last gasp of air

Knowing I won’t make the surface again

Going soft, just waiting, trapped and calm

No light, no life, no highlight reel, nothing

Heart stopped, living or dying

Gasping, choking, the water tasting disgusting

The sky pale and far away, the face so close

No air, fighting, water everywhere

The cold, ice on the inside, shivering

Lying on the hard jetty with loud voices, hearing nothing

Lungs rasping, bursting, and the air stinging every breath

No post mortem, no revelation, empty, lost


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