Eyes burning,
Lungs aching
No one to save me,
I sink ever further
The world is dark,
But somewhat peaceful
Will it stay this way?
No air in this prison,
Nothing to live by
Somehow I don’t care
Is that wrong?
To want peace?
If I die, will no one miss me?
Or will the world go on without?
Shadows closing in,
The end is almost near
I yearn for it,
Feel for it
Goodbye...
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A/N: I wrote this poem after someone drowned in a creek near my house. I didn't know him, but a lot of my friends did. This is dedicated to him and anyone else who knew him. R.I.P.
