Drowning

I feel the waves closing in,
The riptides beginning to win. 
The air around me begins to fade,
And I’m pulled down into the gray. 
Flailing blindly as the heaviness enfolds,
Searching desperately for answers unknown. 
Trying so hard to stay afloat. 
Up is down and down is up,
I can no longer tell them apart. 
Vision fading as I sink,
Slowly pulled past the brink. 
Thoughts float away with the bubbles,
A fleeting though carried away as my vision crumbles,
I fear I’m drowning. 
I fear I’m drowning in the grey. 
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  And then I fade. 
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