In these lungs, once filled <br />with water, <br />Empty now, the air <br />depressed. <br />Saved myself, with a cough <br />and sputter, <br />Got it out of my <br />heaving chest. <br />The air I breathed was thin <br />and cold, <br />Soon it grew, thick <br />and warm. <br />Out it came, the plug I <br />pulled, <br />In, the life came, a rushing <br />swarm.<br /><br />Kayla Jarnac<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drainage-6-22-04/
