fragile,
floating,
floating, but for how long?
the weights are heavy
but I’m floating.
for what seems like an eternity, now.
wondering,
how it may feel to watch
the sky, the sea, from the seabed.
what it must feel
to feel the weight of the water
above my head
feeble breaths continue . . .
but the heavy heart is drowning
what’s keeping me up there?
the life jacket, I wonder,
I question –
if I don’t swim to the shore,
what good is it?
but for a slow death,
but a voice says –
“you will survive,”
but for how long?
and why?
why?
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aaumsy 