The Day I Died - Poem by Jesse Bauer
Take a breath, it'll be your last,
today we venture into my past.
The day my world was all but dry.
This is the day that I would die.
Upside down in a cold, shallow blue.
Tied and bound, nothing you can do.
Holding your breath, what little you had.
Screaming for help from mom or dad.
No one hears you, just the fish.
Bubbles rise as your one last wish.
Your lungs want to burst, but there's no air.
Look one last time, still no one is there.
Finally you breathe, but can't take in breath.
The cold of that water is your lung freezing death.
Water and blood replacing air that you lack.
Your eyes go vacant, and everything black.
Your body feels warm for one last time.
And just as you die, all is sublime.
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