C@n't Th!nk 0f @ B3tt3r N@me

I gasp for breath

But death fills my lungs,

My heart races with fear,

My hands struggle against a heavy force pulling me under,

My lungs burn,

My eyes strain to see through the hazy fog shielding my vision,

I attempt to speak,

To call for help

But my words are lost in the muffled sound,

Shallow breaths,

Each breath

I gulp in the evident realization of my own mortality

Yet this expected demise never comes

I continue to live in the most uncomfortable condition,

Every time I think I’m going to drown

Another breath of relief is given to me

My temporary escape from my misery,

But short lived

I’m back to the pain

And I fight

I struggle with the force that is pulling me down

Even though I’m weak, feeble, and unable

And my efforts are futile,

I strived anyways

Those breaths of relief,

How life circulates through me once again,

That feeling is worth fighting for,

Despite what seems inevitable,