Drowning

He sees me and grabs my hand,

Yet my fingers keep slipping

Away. I scream for help

But somehow I can never get a

grip on him. I cry but he doesn't

Hear me. I feel hands around my legs

Dragging me into the blackness

I so desperatley want to escape.

This poem is about: 
Me

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