The air in the small orifices of a room filling with water,
Providing for the few breaths of a stuck man for moments
Before the light of life dims into murk of truth.
Just maybe,
Before the water fills his lungs along with the orifices
And interdicts him of any more life.
He gets a second chance,
As his saviour pulls him from the clutches of darkness and the unknown truth,
Which is death.
The existence of such a saviour is MIRACLE.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...