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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