When that day happen . . .
It was when I felt at the weakest of the weak . . .
How that cold salt water stunned my body to numbness and bitter my insides to vomit . . .
The soft glow of the moon shining down on me,
the waves,
and the slowly sinking ship . . .
Limbs of love ones stiffen from the cold;
held tightly to the hanging parts of the boat . . .
Calling out for anyone for help seem pointless,
but I do any way . . .
And look for my brother all at the time . . .
Time was vanishing fast as the temp in my body . . .
My vision started to lack the purpose over an hour or so . . .
Staying afloat seemed pointless . . .
The thoughts of dying alone brought the last tear to me,
as I began to go under . . .
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