Words 365/9


Coughing and Spluttering

Coughing and spluttering

Struggling to breathe

Something to hold on to

That’s what I need

Just one push and all would be good

I never thought I’d die

In a barrel made of wood

The hand that is pushing

My head so hard

Is a strangers I think

I thought really hard

Just couldn’t recognise

The features I saw

In the moments before

My knees hit the floor

It doesn’t really matter now

My mind’s going blank

And so I expire here

In this water tank.


Friday 09th January 2015

Words 365 is a personal project to produce new one piece of writing every day for a whole year, 2015, the full project can be found HERE and whilst I hope to upload each piece on the day it is written, please forgive me if a post is delayed in being uploaded every once in a while.