Not Too Late

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296 Age Old Way
United States
34° 57' 56.07" N, 81° 3' 32.094" W

 

I watch her sinking helplessly through this glass barrier.

 

Thrashing in fear

Panic

 

She's losing breath.

I feel it in my heart. I'ts so tragic.

 

I know I need her.

Remove this glass and I'd be there.

She's screaming thinking no one can hear.

I'm wreathing, torn apart by my fear.

 

Will she be alright?

Can she make it through?

 

Finally I will snap, breaking this barrier.

I'll swim out to meet her.

 

I'll carry her to the surface,

Past the ice and duress.

 

And pray I'm not too late.....

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