Treasure Island

Natasha Foster

(9/8/1997)

Gasping for Breath


Walking down the trail,
Snow falling, freezing the world.
I can see my breath,
It's being taken from me.
I see the crystal pond,
But it's somehow changed.
It's black as night and icy cool,
Walking in, I know my end.
My soul begins to scream,
I begin to cry.
I'm going in and drowning,
Trapped under the icecap.
I'm gasping for breath,
But I can't catch it.
I'm beginning to drown,
I'm gasping for one last breath.

Submitted: Thursday, May 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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If it wasn't for my friend Sabrina, I wouldn't have thought of this.

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