I feel you call to me
beckoning to your warm
clear water.
I wade in waiting for
your wave to take me under
its churning foam.
Down, around I go
while your current pulls me
hopelessly further out to sea.
I gasp. Water and pain fill my
lungs while lower and lower
you take me till
I AM NO MORE.
My first attempt. Please let me know what you think, good and bad.


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I almost drowned in the undertow on Santa Monica beach as a teenager.
I have always been grateful that I was such a good swimmer even then or I might have lost my life.
Keep writing!