I hold my breath
And I visualize myself drowning.
The face of anguish
As I try to gasp for a breath of air.
My throat and chest burn
As I inhale, but nothing goes through.
Infiltrating my lungs
As the carbon dioxide seeps too.
I look up to the sky
Seeking for help, but
Nothing's there.
I guess it's easy to say, that life sure isn't fair.
I exhale
And all the water rushes throughout my lungs,
Then I finally open my eyes in tears
Realizing that Drowning is not fun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A frightening read! Drowning is not fun - that's surely an understatement! Still I must say you are very adept at capturing the trauma of such an event. Well penned! ~