Ocean Floras

Wed, 04/27/2022 - 10:28 -- Wuh-oh

Gulping down salt water.Blood filling my lungs.I reach to touch the surface,I reach to the above.Unable to break the water’s surface pressure.It’s just above my fingertips,Salvation is out of reach.The sunlight’s fractured reflections, Are blaring out my eyes.I can barely hold my breath any longer.I will never touch the skies. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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