I used to take breathing for granted.
In and out, in and out, air steadily flowed
As if I had a million breathes to spare,
But now my breathes have slowed.
I gasp, but my lungs tighten.
Sharp pain radiates through me.
I am suffocating
As I sink deeper and deeper into this sea.
My cries are silenced as water rushes into me,
I am left without a voice.
No one can save me now
For the water made its choice.
It has become dark, and I am cold.
I will never know a peaceful death.
I wish I lived life differently
And had valued every breath.
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