Drowning

Drowning

 

Deep, blind, hollow,

still dying.

Awry sight,

bitter to swallow.

 

No sounds, I hear,

No scream, I dream.

 

Gun firing in the distance,

suddenly appear,

Illusive is the existence,

silence breaks the fear. 

 

Bye, my life,

If ever mine.

Pure is the way, 

by drowning unveiled.

Drowning

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