Sink


Rain
Drops
Crashing on my head
Freezing water
Numb
Ear drums beating
Yelling
Praying
Begging
Help
Voice fading out
Hazy eyes
Weakening
Soon I am going to die
Fight on
Live for as long as I got
No
Why
Only losers wish they had more time
Let go
No sense fighting Death
Yes
Now
Sink
Let the water rise
Light dims
No
Surface
Must live
Swim
Can’t let sleep begin
So tired
Shaken by the waves
Strange
Storm sounds like words
Freed air rises to the ocean’s skin

Eric Obame