I am on the brink of dying
when you pull me in
and hold me.
There seems nothing more
than to let go
and breathe,
and breathe on in.
I lay face down into knee deep ?waters?
and you grab at my soul,
?if not to use me.?
Blankets cover my chilled skin.
I reach into my thoughts
and refrain
from grabbing what is ?lost,?
and weary of time, and time alone.
I lay face down into knee deep ?waters?
and you grab at my soul,
?if not to use me.?
(Something else... Possibly a different language?)