Desperate for one to cast a lifeline,
Reaching, I wait for a hand to clutch mine.
Over water, my head struggles to float,
Wishing for the arrival of a boat.
Nightfall hovers over the horizon.
Save me before the hands of time tighten.
© 2020 Sylvia Green Chatman
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