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Drowning to the bottom of the murky sea, I couldn't believe how this could be. Slowly disappearing into nothing, Even though I was definitely something.
I feel it again. That helpless feeling when you realize that it's all over. I see the surface not far above me. I struggle and reach. No good. My goal is too far away. Further than I had hoped.
I scream for help. My plea is drowned under tidal roars. I gasp for air, but choke on ice. The ocean pulls me to its depths, calling for me. I resist. I struggle for life.
Seasonal - Autumn The girl awoke with wet eyes. The sky was clouded and rained down upon her. As she stood up she felt joy in the squelched ground beneath her feet. She started to walk.
As I sink deeper and deeper into the dark water I look up and see the light My only chance of escape My safe harbor Although I try to reach it The water has it's icy grip on me Pulling deeper and...
I was gasping for air. Swallowing large mouthfuls of salty seawater and flapping my arms about, I float helplessly in the ocean.
Submerged in a sea of words, My cries do not seem to be heard. My legs suddenly will not swim, This water now seems very dim.
Drowning The blue water sucking me down I couldn't help but pull a frown. Kicking the water desperate for air. This is can't be the end it's not fair. Down to the bottom I go.
It should have been a time for fun. But now despair has begun. A family holiday should be fab. Not one that's tragic and sad. Standing upon the jetty. Sounds harmless and petty.
#Augustwriteaday #Death Looking up from underneath, fractured starlight covers me, reflections taint as my heart sinks, and my head goes under...
Sinking,. Deep into the murky water. At first I tried to save myself. But it was impossible. The rope around my wrist began to burn. The anchor which is attached, pulling me down.
A house, abandoned, but on the mantle Lies a yellowed photograph. My mother, father, sister and I Snapshot of us, mid- laugh. I found it there, thick with grime and dust After forty years or so.
The last sound I hear from the surface is the loud hum of people talking, listening to their skin sizzle in the sun instead of my pleading cries for help. I am about to take my last breath.
The ground absorbs the tears so red Feed and help grow the flower bed Of where I wish to be right now How my mother would stand and frown.
Tide is rough. Water deep. Blue clear sky. I'm lost in sleep. Bubbles rising. Water in. Breathing out. Don't take my kin. I can't see. Lost in sound. Blurry faces. Screaming loud. Hold your breath.
Slowly, soft snow flakes flew from the whitish sky. The lake had evaporated into an ice rink and I was gliding on it flawlessly.
I scream for help. My plea is drowned under tidal roars. I gasp for air, but choke on ice. The ocean pulls me to its depths, calling for me. I resist. I struggle for life.
The water is pushing me down and I cant breathe. I huff and blow but its no use. I cough and splutter and fill my cheeks with air. I am frozen and I lose my strength. I am winded, I can't breathe.
The ocean is icy Its embrace like a fist. We dive into a blackness I have tried to resist. Foam pulling me under I fight for a gasp And all the while you escape from my grasp.
By Florence welch Looking out from underneath, Fractured moon into the sea, Reflections still look the same to me as before I went under, And it's peaceful in the deep, Cathedral where you cannot...
I swam out into your sea only long enough to get lost in the ripples of your tide. Your salt spilling into my open wounds. I can't resist you. It's calming and cool.
Chapter 1 Cooly the water washed over his toes, the icy cold numbing his feet. He watched the people laugh in the water the sun blaring down on their bare backs.
He knelt at the side of the pond. His hands gripping the slippery, slimy slates he lent forward peering into the inky darkness of the water; wondering what undiscovered treasures lay at the bottom.
So this is how it starts. I'm falling; fast. I have no control of the direction or where I'm going, but that doesn't matter because I know I'll end up in the same place.