The State the Sea Left Her In

My best white shirt was thick and damp with sweat
And the gentle rain that grew hard with the wind

My hands clutched a cold, pale, limp arm
As I tried to wipe the sand off of her face

O! and her blue-green lips
Her grey-green skin

I pounded on her chest with my fists
Praying for her lungs to fill with air

O! God, please breathe
Let her chest heave
O! breathe
O! breathe



Credits
Writer(s): Erik Karl-ludvig Enocksson
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