Flood my Lungs with the Taste of Drowning

As time trickles down the river
memories fight the currant's force.
Fears and hopes begin to quiver
while the drowned bring remorse.

The water is fogged with murky clay mud,
leaving my legs with traces of dirt specks
as I step out of the river beginning to flood.
I reach for a low branch, but it rejects.

I crash into the water, arms reaching out.
Water splashing as my face sinks under.
As I try to continue to exit the watery route
lightning strikes; I hear the crack of thunder.

Water continues to rise as I continue to sink.
Every time I reach the surface I feel violent drops.
My thirsty lungs inhale and take in water to drink.
As I begin to drift off, my drowning finally stops.