But it Feels Like...

Drowning is a painful death,even figuratively drowning is too near the end. Too close to the edge, damn near falling in midair
 It's a feeling never ignored, even a sleeping person awakes before the floor. So before I face the dark abyss, daggers plunged deep within
Pain and balled fists, I reach for a glimmering mist
A dazzling fleeting hope, a phantom turning ghost
I grabbed for what, no longer sure
 I've taken a few watery breaths,
 not ready to give up just yet.
No rescue available
I'm praying because my faith is still.
No tears can be willed.
My peace won't let me be killed