She’s screaming out loud.
The water is out of control.
She cannot escape.
Nothing can stop it.
Her world is spinning really fast.
She tries to break free.
The waves pound on her.
She is crashed against the rocks.
The pain is intense.
She’s slowly drowning.
The waves are pulling her down.
She cannot breathe now.
It is all over.
Her screams have faded away.
She’s lost in darkness.
-Norma Munoz
Norma has Sir William been makin u read my rites...i thouhght only I was panic manic Excellent rite....G
Norma, this is a very dark, sad poem about death with no one to help, so may I suggest that you read one that I wrote along the same line, ANOTHER LIFE. Keep writing, you are doing well! Scarlett
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My name is Lupita I really like your poem because dats how my little cousin downed but my cousin was a little boy not a girl but anyways i really liked your poem