Poetry by a not so average child

Drowning

DROWNING

Water filled lungs

Scratching, clawing for our vital substance

Fight for one last chance of air

Until our lungs give way

And are filled with salty liquid

Screams are yelled

But are deafened by the thick fluid

Desperate breaths are taken

Only to quicken you once more

Fading light evades your grasp

And the ticking falters in your ears

Tick....tick.....tick......tick

And Slowly but surely

Your worst fears are realized

Because the pain becomes too much

Because suffocation is your only thought

Because drowning is the worst way to go

But it is your only way to go

And sleeping with the fishes isn't only a metaphor anymore

It simply is

The light behind your eyes fades

And your body is lifeless

Until you are nothing more than a husk

Filled with water

Instead of yourself