Oh, but it was for a brief moment.It only took a single second.Hearing the trigger sent me flyingInto the loud oceans, crying.
It was then, I thought I could swim.It was then, I thought I could win.Only to reach up and grab air,Only to reach up to nowhere.
Every voice was an empty echo,My song became rushed allegro.If I were to plead at all,My voice would bestifled by the squall.
It was then, I thought I could fly.It was then, I broke down to cry.Only to reach up and scream,Before the oceans took me.
I was spinning, down and down.It was then, I began to drown.The further I went, the more I dreamtThat I could breathe once again:That I could be at peace.
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J.T. Valdez
I am a college student studying English and Communications to become a writer. I love writing just about anything, and have been writing daily for more than seven years now!
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