Ebbing of the tides
As the pain subsides
Lying on the beach
As for my water, I reach
A thirst deep within
Canteen rising to my chin
Coolness of the water it pleases
As the thirst it eases
Parched lips
As from my hand it slips
Wound slowly seeps
While my partner, she weeps
Numbing from head to toe
Time goes by so slow
Darkness overtakes the light
Nothing left to fight
Sounds slowly fading
End awaiting
Consciousness loses it's grasp
As I take my final gasp
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