The water is swift and icy,
and I must escape before I drown.
My fingers flail and thrash,
searching the air for hope.
My hand collides with another,
and I heave with all my strength.
Catapulted onto the bank
like the stone from the sling,
my back burns against the rough sand.
No longer in my deathly swim,
no longer the victim of a tragic fate.
My eyes fixate on a person,
a sillhouette rising from the beach.
Unable to express my confusion or gratitude,
my head slips to the ground and lulls me to sleep.
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