Hold On

the water is getting over my head.
cold. clear. free.
why hasn't anyone found me?
are they even trying?
gasping for breath, my hold on life slipping.
i close my eyes, trying to make it go away.
but no, the water is still here.
it's stealing my breath, trying to get into my lungs.
i can't let go, i have to keep trying.
what is that touching my hair?
is it a hand?
saving me.
pulling me up, out of the deep expanses of sea.
i know they're talking, i see their lips moving.
but i hear no words.
the world goes dark...