Fading Under Poem by Jon ProskeyVigil

Lost, scared and all alone;
Coldness creeps into your bones.

Fighting desperately to stay afloat;
Hours after the sinking of the boat.

You can hear the others crying out,
But as time progresses you cant hear a single shout;
Soon hope begins to fade, and rescueyou begin to doubt.

After a while its hard to think;
As you slowly start to sink.

That last instinct to survive keeps you awake,
But you are no match for the chill, so you shake;
Your limbs seem not to work, and all over you ache.

When you finally go down;
You cannot help but think of your home town.

All of your loved ones that are there,
You dont get to tell them how much you care;
And you would give anything just to share.

One last moment, but it seems it wont be,
If only you could be freed, but you wont get to see;
It seems this watery grave was ment for me.