Drowning

Is there no justice?
You're the flesh incarnate of all I ever wanted
and you're leaving me here to rot,
drowning.
This is what that feels like;
tons and tons of pressure. It gets hot and cold and you're sweating and thrashing and moving,
and in just one single so significant, insignificant, beautiful moment-
your fear disappears with your hope and your aspirations and all you've done to get this far, and everything you have ever loved or touched or thought of or wanted.
You have nothing, save for the water around your lungs.
You have nothing.
In this lifelong fraction of a second, you feel nothing.
You are nothing, and you will never be anything. You will never have anything.
Yet in this moment,
you are real.
You exist, and your personal being is all that can be verified by any rational means, yet there's nothing in your power to save this only tangible bit.
Do you want to know what drowning feels like?
Because you're doing it, right now, to me.